Enchanted

His desire for me was in itself, an enchantment,
His presence could satisfy my angel
And my demons would tremble as his lips bent,
His existence could cast on mine, a spell.

His voice had this eerie charm,
His reality could make me count my blessings,
His presence was for mine, an Alarm,
Every word towards him, was worth confessing.

His actions could make me forgot mine,
His commands always toyed with my mind
He had the intoxication, that of the mighty ol' wine,
Alas! Sanity is all that i forgot to find.

Trembling at his touch was for me, like a reflex,
The need, getting more than just serious
Desperation building up to the best flex,
Approaching each step, more than just curious.

He was my heart, my body and my mind,
Soul i sold, just to be with this dark divine,
Digging deep into his path of pain, pleasure i find,
Tracing a tedious path through it all like a line.