Number twenty two

you swoon me with innocent magic
with furs and fine whiskey
and a gentle touch
and such a naïve
raw touch
an honest, most sincere touch
i do my best
to cover my ears with muffs of kisses
and cock
i deafen myself to your sweet words
and pure
foolish
affections
and so my love seems coarse and hardened
i am the heartbreaker
the thief of candy
cigarettes
and spells