BEWITCHED!

" & by her mere glance my way
she ensnared my all ~
I fled. All the more, did I run and all the more. . .
the path grew long. . ."
  
Longer did he yen for her gaze;
She breast fed him with her smile.
Hungrily, his lust did graze;
Bewitched!  
She had him for a while.
Warm and humid sinking deep(er) in a ditch,
She THE SIREN and he the BITCH!
Enchanted more as each hour stitched
with a perchance of promise
of womanly juices and sin. . .
She had him ~
The man becomes Bewitched!
  
Too tired to run away;
Too tired to search for another.
Sapped of all reason and strength,
he tries, but can think of no other!
  
Of eras to come and ages last,
Men know of the Sirens' pitch;
Sated with love and of repast,
An alibi for the BEWITCHED!