H Poem by Jim David Morris

when i seen that flame
i haven't been the same
was never my style
finger on the dial
i was on my way
under the bridge astray
to have a las vegas wedding
a kiss that's burning
the blood that draws
after i dig up her flaws
i'll dye a rose black on skid row
and offer it at your show
velvet lingerie and black leather
my seductive oppressor
fire breathing queen
drown me with a bottle of jim beam
light up a cigarette, miss
give me another kiss
that burn feels so peaceful
flying higher than an eagle
love is blind
but it's the mastermind
lust has an imagination
built on that temptation
she's my wife
and it's our way of life
it would be sad to see our hands apart
you've won my heart from the start
as long as you've got the time
i'll find a way to make the dime