- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Enchanter
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It’s the unhurried build for me.
The voice of silk echoing through my mind, awakening the concealed parts that nobody but him gets to see.
The obliviousness to how tight he will wind me up before I finally meet my release.
The hot and cold.
The highs and lows.
He’s more than the dance. He’s the song.
The lyrics stuck in my head like a record spinning without end.
An Enchanter’s spell orchestrated just for me.
He entraps me effortlessly time after time.
Lifting me up from the ashes to only burn me down again.
A repetitive mental rebirth that strengthens my intellect with each shatter.
He broke past my convoluted walls leaving me no choice but to expose my vulnerability.
Just when I think the song is over, it begins to play louder.
The enchantment stronger.
Eventually I will have to stop running.
Take his hand.
And dance in the ashes of my undoing.
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