The Cunning Linguist

The Cunning Linguist
Written By: Bernel Rennie on February 7th 2012

That Silver tongue able to bring in bags of gold
Able to break down the most rigid negotiator and make the toughest poker player fold
This sly fox knows only the taste of sweet grapes
His speech transforms his appearance into many shapes
The impossible task handed to him turned into something simple
Like molding that stone faced expression into the deep inviting dimple
It’s all child’s play, taking candy from a baby
Perfect record of hearing yes and sure, rather than no or maybe

Such an ordinary man with a Godly skill
To build up her desires and break down her will
No matter your story with all the others before he makes you think it’s different with him
There’s a chemical imbalance, you stumble through your clouded senses
Got you all hot and bothered, wet and excited before the touching commences
His words are key to open the lock to your heart and the belt of your chastity
And like a double edged sword he cuts off your logic as well as your sanity
Your inner voice tries to wake you up from this spell but you are deaf to it
You always said actions speak louder than words but you think his will actually commit

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and he wants to devour you
His tongue a sensual arrow, your thighs the bow you quiver
His long tales are contradicted by his short actions that always make you see fireworks
And even though you are on that high you look down and see this could never work
Disappointment the fire breathing dragon that exists in every fairy tale
To remind you that there is always a villain but not every hero is real.