Lost Soul (Iambic Trimeter)

I know well, when I lost... into which milky lair entered my soul and lost it's path, purpose and flair! In sweetness, waves and froth; in numbing chilly frost of love that knows no wroth, she fought, alas but lost! Congealed my soul forgot it's past, it's place, her mates, her liquid heart, well wrought up mind and telling traits! That airy, brilliant lair feels sultry, choky and moist with gulping love in air and soaking songs of thirst! The rocks zigzag arranged by hands unknown and strong; sang songs with sugary twangs so dreamy and sweet for long! Flurrying birds in black and white and slothful serpents clad in golden scales that night whispered some luscious fad. From one blind chasm above a star glittered a wink and said hush hush 'This cove a sensual shoal, ye sink! ' A life in jail so oft becomes an addictive fare; it's odours perfumed wafts and walls, fetish of prayers!