There is just something, a
Little flicker in those grey blue
Eyes that sets my heart racing,
My pulse rocketing. He holds out
His long, slender yet strong
Hands, they are demanding me,
Calling me to my place.
His eyebrows raise almost an
Entire notch, perhaps a reaction
To the touch of my hands, a shot
Of fire from me to him, a spark
That won’t go out.
He says no words, yet he tells me
What to do, puts me in my place
And keeps me there.
Strange. His hands, his face
Have such power over me. He
Leaves me spellbound.