Spellbound

Are you the kind to stir the lake,

Then break its stillness for chaos’ sake?

A ripple first — your calm creation,

The sweetest scene of my damnation.

Your move — it shifts me like tectonic plates,

Trembles rise in violent waves.

The shivers you leave — no winter’s curse,

Just skin left panting, raw with thirst.

Do you simmer your kiss — or serve it boiling?

It burns. It marks. It haunts — undoing.

It scorched me whole, no warning given —

Now every breath feels half-forbidden.

This mythic chaos — yours and mine —

Stays drenched and drunk on red, red wine.

Swear my name — and summon flame.

The gods will watch, and burn the same.

You were the pause the band won’t pass,

A song rewritten in blues and jazz.

You bent time’s rules and cracked the pearl —

Unleashed the fire in the good girl.

And I — ensnared, no shield, no rod,

By some maso-sadistic demigod,

Who lured me close with his embrace,

Then marked my soul with savage grace.

Where did time go — or did my heart skip a beating?

Or was it us — the ones who refused retreating?

A myth disguised in twilight’s shell,

Turning touch into a whispered spell.