A Poem

He puts a dent in my finance

I have no time for romance

When the devil takes my hand

We begin to dance

Again, I take a chance

I abuse him I can't refuse him

I can't tell him no

I don't want him to go

Temptation starts to show

I want a blow

Again I take a chance

He holds out his hand

We begin to dance

We are quite a pair

I know his evil is there

I'm in despair

I don't have a care when we dance.

The party is over

Still Searching for the 4 leaf clover

I haven't let go yet

Every dance I truly regret

I look at the sky

Watch the clouds go by

I ask myself why

I answer when he calls my name

He's my claim to fame

The game I hunt

My forbidden front

He has me in a trance

It's time to dance

We dance under the moonlight

The stars shine bright

Such a beautiful sight

Now I know the devil is out tonight

Waiting to dance and romance the stone

My mind is gone, my soul he owns

I love the feeling of the rush

I'm sensitive to the touch

I turn around and take a glance

He holds out his hand

And....I refuse to dance.

((Carol Almeta Jones))