• His hand grazes my cheek
    and leaves a blush behind
    as beautiful as a sparkling creak
    and anything but kind

    hands run through my hair
    a tingling ensues
    gone without a prayer
    feelings I must pursue

    His lips close over mine
    his face is all I can see
    a gasp then a whine
    his body against mine

    I've been trapped by his spell
    I'm wrapped around his finger
    but I hope he will tell
    and pray he will linger