Spellbound
Spellbound
Marshmallow melting in hot chocolate
Is my stomach when you are near.
A humming bird's wings, as it plunders a plant,
Is my heart, when you hold my hand.
Your presence assaults my very senses.
The sight, the sound and scent of you
fill me with desire.
The taste, and the touch of you, is my reward.
I am utterly under your spell.
Contest 'Breathtaking Love' sponsored by A Rambling Poet
11th May 2010
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