FredPeyer

Slave

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