Bewitch

Your face is that of an ancient king:

strong features, dreary looks and a cold smile.

The lacking reflection of light in your eyes,

lures me even further to you.

Your smile is enchanting

it makes me wonder what you have been up to, lately.

That pouty mouth of yours, I wish I could taste.

To bite your lower lip until I can distinguish the flavor of that red potion

that flows through all of you. The sounds you emanate when you speak,

charm me like a slithering snake.

When you sing my body writhers,

contorts and twists with sheer ecstasy.

While I wait for a touch from your sacred hand,

beads of sweat form just by thinking of having you near me.

Flakes of snow evaporate centimeters before they reach my feverish skin.

My mouth waters just imagining what my taste buds will savor.

I want to run my fingers through your silken hair.

I love the way you twirl your finger around it when you feel exposed.

Come to me, come to me...

I want you to leave your mark on me!

I want to get intoxicated with the scent of you.