5/1/10

merely enchanted

darkness,
and I can feel
the heat of You,
Your center,
Your searing core;
and it is that,
that I adore,
and of which
I always want
more;
You rustle the covers,
pushing me
to discover more,
and I rise to the bait,
displaying lust,
true to the trait
of my gender:
relationships
spun
in a blender;
and then,
in a moment
of spectacular
wonder,
I am lost,
in You,
and all that lies
under
Your spell,
though I am well,
I am swell, and
I am
merely enchanted.



April 6, 2010, for the Wifey.

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