The Enchantress

An enchanting beauty, unlike any I have seen

Filling every one of my senses, feeling restless

As I soak in every color, every sensation

Feeling as though I have been emotionally bested

 

From sexual tension to sanctimonious symphony

Believing in love at first sight

Comes across as the most cliché of epiphanies

But with, such a temptation, I just might

 

Engage in engagements of passion

And endure trial upon trial of torment

My sins will pile from the tempting temptress

Who beckons for me to preemptively repent?

 

May I lament, however, on my loss of freedom

As I am to now be a servant to a higher cause

As much as I am lover, I am bonded

To a new master without much clause

 

The elaboration of my predicament

Leads me to a web most intricate

As I am left feeling impotent

From being used as pleasure’s instrument

 

Impotent not to my libido

But rather impotent to myself

As I am incapable of determination

From a being more mythical than the elf

 

My benevolent ruler above my very being

Makes me feel loved, despite freedom fleeting

Being accepted under her wings is freeing

From the cycle of the world’s vicious beatings

 

I shall stay beneath the wings of the Enchantress

One must find their place beneath her wings

As the blessings of her passions shall only be granted

Once you accept the demands she brings