Beat Poem Muse

Beat Poem Muse
ANONYMOUS MOVING IMAGES

Soft like a fog rollin' in off the Gulf,
Smooth like a horn solo at three AM,
Warm like a shot of bourbon burnin' down slow.

Innocence.

A ghost in her eyes, a fleeting flicker.
Too young for this world.

Aroused, my blood hummin' a dangerous tune thru my veins.

A sinful secret smile, on lips meant for prayer.
A glance, a touch, a shared cigarette in the alley

Dangerous, yeah, she was a switchblade in a velvet sheath.

written by ANONYMOUS
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AI Narration and Images
music Bob Sharples