The Spell

Oh wicked enchantress, I remember the day, the moment  
When you sashayed into my life, casting your spell  
   
Firey red hair, tailored suit jealously clinging each curve  
A skirt that was an inch and a half too short, by design  
   
Ivory skin speckled with cinnamon, exotic and spicy  
With pouting ruby lips that promised to teach me of love  
   
You had this aloofness, an air of all business  
With occasional glances that seemed to disrobe me  
   
Quiet, confident elegance delicately perfumed  
Warm doe eyes, brown and almost fragile at times  
   
Older and more experienced, so damn seductive  
Long before cougar had become such a tired cliché  
   
Mixed in with all of this powerful, raw sexuality  
A warmth and gentleness, fun and playful at times  
   
Back then you were unlike any woman I'd ever met  
Showing me physical love with grace and tenderness  
   
An education of all things sensual and erotic  
Bringing this young man fulling into his manhood  
   
But after these early tristes of seduction  
The love affair began, courting and bonding of two hearts  
   
Continuing to this day, the promise of so much more to come  
You still remain the love of my life, my heart's deepest desire