Paul Bell

The Potion.

She changed her name
Moved to a place by the sea
Where solitude had many friends
But only city girls know how to fly

He woke up one morning
To find her gone
He was grateful
Time was on his side

She felt safe for a time
Months began to pass
Time became the enemy
The city was calling her home

He was watching her
So pure
Just waiting for his touch
His gentle touch

She was watching him
Keeping it in
A shiver ran down her spine
Her mind ahead

He charmed like time was yesterday
Mesmerizing as the potion worked its way
Inviting her to a sensual sleep
Chained to keep

She looked deep into his eyes
He was searching for the answer as he passed into oblivion
She whispered
Only city girls know how to fly.