Spell Bound

 

In the midst of our kiss
you stroke my face

Then brush those same fingers down the center of my back
Your soft, rhythmic scratching caressing my spine

Body rocked by instant desire
I shiver

Your tactile spells upon me have now taken firm hold
And,
Like a bolt of lightning,
Your touch brings me to my knees

My hands are still at your waist
But now..
With muscles like jelly and unable to keep me standing
My face is pressed tight to your thighs

The wine of your kiss has me drunk on the taste of your loving

Has me, also,
quite unwilling to leave the paradise of our bed

Your sweet womanly bewitching renders me yours to command

Unable to step away from your side for even a moment

Unless
you so choose to allow