Spellbound

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

A poem for all those men whose beguiling beauties rule their tightly controlled lives.

As she

My sweet-sounding

Goddess

Who daily and especially at night.

Who wantonly

Without shame of fear

Of retribution.

Consumes my every

Breathing vista's.

With a sweet sounding

Sensuously rapturous

Soft

Liquid like melody.

Always proclaiming.

It's you I just need.

In light whispers

Whilst.

Forever caressing me.

As her delicately toned red

Fingers.

Conduct a deliciously tender but firm

Melodious

Symphony with my quivering

Sweat soaked skin.

As her beloved treasured

Lyrical sheet.

Her dulcet tones

Sometimes dominant

But.

Yet hypnotically

Honeyed smooth and

Euphonious.

Always hold me in

A subtle but forceful trance

Of her own cunning doing.

At the same time.

Some think I'm

Blessed to lay and

Walk beside such a

Striking beauty.

Gian Lorenzo Bernini

Would have been proud

To sculpt.

But I'm

Simply forever

Dammed.

For.

Her low easily seductive

Mellifluous voice.

Always sends me.

Tumbling.

Forever fumbling

Down a deep tunnel.

Created and made

For Loves deluded

Lost souls to

Wallow in.

Until

Oblivion and we hold our arms wide open and admit in front of the Almighty.

We just loved living in

Sin.

Copyright John Duffy 2019