I am a writer.
I get weak-kneed with prose,
and I crave other's words of heart.
Pages and poets,
painter's and their canvas cocktails,
singer's and their sultry songs,
you own my soul.
Take me with you my muse,
on your whirlwind tour
of Rock and Roll.
Oh, you actors and actresses,
filmmakers and hearttakers,
you all know me-
I am your biggest fan,
consumed by your craft,
obsessed by your spoken words.
Take me with you,
on your rollercoaster ride.
My passion is yours for the taking,
benevelent inside.
Take me with you
oh, notorious one...
For I would sell my soul to the devil,
for just a taste of your fun.
So take me with you,
and I promise not to dissapoint,
for my words will forever touch you-
Otherwise, what the hell's the point.

Kelly Seale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-me-with-you-5/