My tongue in cheek answer to Santita’s ‘Under the spell’ poem:
Not all of us are ‘forsaken fools’! 😊
His steel-blue eyes light up her fire
Helpless body on a burning pyre
His lopsided grin makes her swoon
Piercing her heart like a sharp harpoon
The manly scent of his after-shave
Sparks an incredibly sexy crave
Glancing at his hands so strong, yet tender
She is ready for unconditional surrender
One shy look at his chiseled face
Delivers her into a dream-like space
Watching muscles rippling under his shirt
She knows this is much more than a flirt
The thought of kissing his gorgeous lips
Creates delicious tension below her hips
Just imagining his powerful erection
Triggers a tomato red complexion
He comes to her and holds her tight
Her heart is pounding, her eyes are bright
He has swept her completely off her feet
Arousing feelings of lust and heat
Like a slave she will please her man
Anytime, anywhere, any way she can