Sorcery and Pleasure
Sorcery and pleasure, my heart be warmed.
Her magic and my magic together formed.
She of beauty and what it does to me
and me of the earth and land and sea.
Her magic gets inside of me and twists my heart,
rips through my sanity and tears me apart.
Pleasure moves through me in a fleeting pace
upon her appearence and a view of her face.
My canals become flooded with a liquid heat.
The ground becomes separated from my airy feet.
Her arms become wings that wrap me up
and place me in her keeping so tightly tucked.
Her magic takes me on a journey to paradise
where I can feel pleasure breaking through the ice.
I can feel her self moving into my enchanted self
and her blood rushing through my veins until they swell.
She becomes part of me for which she knows not.
I become her slave for which she never bought.
She remains in my heart as I don’t in hers;
for I am just an onlooker, a man who observes,
a man in love with beauty and all beyond,
who feels the magic from a sorcerer’s wand.
