Bewitched
Oh, sweet vertigo
let
not this spell be broken
for
I
in heaven space
desperately cling
to
the notion
and nothing but you.
Have you rendered my
gaze
to
favor no other,
to
not crave
of another mouth?
Breasts that yearn for you
need your touch
What
a hold
you have on me,
I gaze at you
in
complete
you
move me
as tender fingertips
befall
my neck
convincing
me
of
promises
I
could make to you
and only you.
9-14-2001 11:30pm
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