Lost to your eyes
The subtle art of seduction resides behind your eyes, the moment that they are seen, you will hear his sighs
Struck by infatuation his heart is lost as his fire burns, he can think of nothing else, you are all that he now yearns
He can think of nothing else other than to hold you in his arms, to be mesmerized by your beauty, to be enchanted by your charms
To run his hands across your skin, to feel your magic touch, he would pay with his soul, no cost would be to much
To have you spend some time with him would truly be devine, he would adore you from that moment on, until the end of time
He goes to bed every night praying you'll appear within his dream, so he can bow before you and pay homage to his Queen
The art of your seduction I've tried to place in rhyme, sadly he'll end up sad and broken hearted because you're already mine
THE KINKY POET