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Under Your Spell Each time we meet though we don’t speak I read your body, see the heat in your eyes Oh yes, I feel the pulse smoldering just— as those jazzy blues begin to growl As you move closer I know it isn’t easy giving up your heart your wanting more yet, before I fall under your spell Stop—I need to say I can’t be your one and only I can’t be the one whose name you breathe as if a prayer I’m not the one for all time No, no, I’m not the one for you I feel the fire when you brush my hand with yours Yes—you are wanting more than I can give. You’d be oh so easy to touch, to breath, to taste, I tremble, anticipation, your breath searing my thoughts to late to retreat Stop—I need to say baby, I not your one and only, not the one who’ll be there till the end of time, but if you still want to dance, then tonight we will dance |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-02-07 11:45:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Lora, so many images break into my soul. I would like to put this to music. The songs of past artists that reach me, particularly Bob Seeger’s – We’ve Got Tonight- and really many more.
Of the author- you- I want more, you leave the moment with an engrossed audience- and the passion becomes unbearably trying, if indeed the reader takes the words you have written to heart.
Blues are a passion of mine, -jazzy blues- as is smoldering jazz. It was as if I waded into a scene I wouldn’t delete from my DVR- I would keep it and watch it when the mood affected so. It brought to mind a Star Trek the Next Generation Scene with Number 1 and his sultry Minuet on episode – 11001001- which was quite sensous and the hollow deck scene is worth the viewing- just to anchor your words.
A adored the piece. Can I say more?