Siren of the Night


–    with a nod to Steve Marriot and Humble Pie

Brown sugar,
voice like honey,
hips like cobras,
lips like a rose.

Soul singer,
heart breaker,
songs of passion,
winks of promise.

Silk dress shimmer,
high-heeled swagger,
figure tempting,
fingers teasing.

Seductive smoking,
perfume wafting,
never touching,
love tempting.

Reaching climax,
reaching chorus,
treacle  growling,
trumpets wailing.

Mind echoing,
soul searching,
lips whispering,
dirty rock ‘n’ roll…

…ninety-nine pounds
of natural born boogie,
ninety-nine pounds
of soul…

…sing it again!


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