She's Got An Hold On My Heart Poem by Buxton Shippy

She's got an hold on my heart
Moving on muscled rhythms
The horns men behind her
Stepping
Stepping
From nine till dawn.

She's got an hold on my heart
Singing red red wine
O Lord, she sure looks fine
Could hold her rarely
Making babies
Who could tear us apart?

She's got an hold on my heart
The multi-colored lights
Twist, turn, burn
We sweat from jumping
Stepping
Stepping
On so many feet.

She's got an hold on my heart
When she opens her mouth
Melodies shivers rivers
Bending time
Stepping
Stepping
In spike heels like these.