Sultans Of The Ottoman Poem by Georgina Murray

Sultans of the Ottoman
Men of Timbuctoo,
Lotharios all over
But none could love like you.

Your tireless strength, the smile inside,
It's all the small things that you hide.
I'm lost, and I'm wandering through.
It's like a drug, loving you

The constant craving
The bad comedown,
Yet all this fades
When you're around.

Your secret scent, just like the deer
Im intoxicated, I want you near.
I can't hold on,
I need my fix
Embrace me now, I crave your lips.

Maybe Harlow may have seen
Our most unusual fate,
Just like the rhesus and its mother
Such a companion you would make.

It's your gravity that pulls me,
Not the love pushing down,
A grip of juxtaposition,
When I'd stopped looking, a vice I have found.

When you look at me you see me,
And all the beauty that's within.
I want to be your partner,
As your woman I'll let you in.

An unquenchable drive, a burning fire,
A little phoenix flying higher.
Such beautiful creatures from our ashes,
Who'd have thought, life from such malice.

There's so much love to show you,
But never in one life,
Let us pass it on eternally,
Your friend, a mother, your wife.