Don't Follow Me Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She ordered his footsteps of her love on the lava of her touches.

He cascaded the rise and fall of her demands of her undiscovered tenderness.

The doormat of his emotions swiftly took flight with each word that she spoke.

His tears watered the Rain Forrest for decades to come.

Scanning the destruction of her eyes he escapes to the land of emptiness.

His freedom corrals him on the flight of her epic sensations of cruel intentions.

Trapped in her chameleon heart his road to recovery is exited with deception.

Wanting more of her he gets more of her; she widens the net of elusiveness.

Her unremorseful ways has him drinking from her well of intoxicating kisses.

Drunk with her eyes of passions of her bed he descends into fragile explosions.

His uncertain future dissolves with each movement she presents to his tongue.

She corrupted his mind with her eccentric curves of nature that diagnosed his emotions.

Crying for an early release she defames his life with a whirlpool of love of her encrypted tomb.

She told him don't follow me unless you can swim in my horticulture waters of seduction.

Written by Theodore Mosley

September 10,2019