Disarmed (Rousing Charm)

She oozed confidence,
Straddling my mind,
Meticulous in her unofficial investigation
of all my likes
I stood resolute in my defence,
But she kept going,
Relentless in her innumerable attempts
Gently probing until she discovered a chink in my armour,
What would ensue, would leave me completely disarmed
An alluring strategist,
And now I was rendered powerless
to all her rousing charms
A contortionist
Wrapping herself around,
Informing in commanding whispers
that I was hers, and hers alone to use
Journeying from the back of her neck
to her collarbone
Gripping tightly to the drumlin of her hips
The omnipotent will of souls drawn together,
As we gently fuse



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