She weaves
through the ordinary,
her emerald eyes
narrowed on me.
Only me.
Her flame-red tresses
blaze around a face,
porcelain,
flawless.
Her glossy lips part,
open invitation.
An enchanting goddess,
she has imprisoned me
with her dreamy gaze.
Delighted captive
I am.
No desire to run,
no impulse to be free.
Only the urge
to close the distance,
to touch,
to savor
that which she has hidden
from the world
and saved for me.
Only me.
~Drake