Spellbound

A flower placed in golden locks,
Her spell begins, unnoticed, quiet.

Graceful movement, slender curves,
Her spell is building, passion brewing.

And then she smiles that perfect smile,
Her spell is cast, it's all but done.

A flash of light from sparkling eyes,
The finishing touch, the final note.

She tilts her head just so and turns
I'm her spellbound, helpless, prisoner.