Steve Miller Poet-Sage

while driving the church bus to work this morning I was listening to the radio (AM) and I heard this song:

Abracadabra
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin' 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Abra-abra-cadabra I want to reach out and grab ya Abra-abra-cadabra Abracadabra
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress S
ilk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra Abracadabra
Every time you call my name I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round

Funny how a song can to you someplace, to a time, a person.
I tip my hat to you, Steve Miller... poet-sage of the 80s

At the foot of greatness, I am:

JQP