Bewitched
The sparks in your eyes,
the persuasion in your voice,
I’m bewitched and it’s out of control;
Kamikaze pilot right into this spell,
becoming your submissive voodoo doll;
Left incapacitated by your fire
you walk me over such white hot coals;
Inhibitions melting under your wanton gaze,
I kind of like all these pins and needles;
I don’t want to comprehend you
it may break the spell;
Every chant you’re exactly my curse;
Uncovering every unreleased craving
I Succumb;
You leave me bewitched and longing.
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