What is this hold he has over me?

What is this hold he has over me?

A Poem by Magdelena

The power of seduction can be blinding as the brightest of all lights.

What is this feeling?
This hold he has over me?
Like fire burning through veins open and seeping,
liquid lava running deep inside.
I savor all.
Each searing touch,
engulfing my very essence.
Oh such power he has!
Such complete control.
And I am lost!
Inside all he brings forth
Giving in with such abandonment,
that I can not control myself.
That the very essence of his being
brings forth such need, desire.
To feel his touch?
I would walk across desserts to nowhere.
And his voice...
Oh the sweetness it brings.
Whispering softly in my ear his longing
Desires that I alone he says can only quench his thirst.
The darkness of his eyes hypnotizing me
Holding me in his power.
And I bask in its glory...
This man!
The one who holds me in his power of delight
A power so Strong,
that to fight..
Oh no...
This I can not do.
Instead I walk willingly.
Like a fly to a spider,
deep into his web.
And I wonder....

What is this hold he has over me?
Then wonder no more, as he gently takes me into his arms....


© 2012 Magdelena

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A very sensual write. The emotion is palpable, I love it! The pacing was really good, as well. Nice work!

Posted 4 Years Ago

nice work Mags...your thoughts give us that overpowering emotion of seduction mixed within the view of one who is left helpless...helpless in a good way, you ending....as he gently takes me into his arms.... completes it...

Posted 5 Years Ago

I savor all
each searing touch
A nice write.

Posted 5 Years Ago

A lovely write and I think there is no one in this world except God who can measure up to this love.

So spiritually great!

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on August 17, 2012
Last Updated on August 17, 2012
Tags: love, desire



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