It must have been an enchantment.
No other word can explain
How I allowed your
Whisper to infiltrate my defenses
And capture my thoughts
And my heart.
My fingers touched
To match your words
Which called me to orgasm
And joining.
There was never hope for more
But the magic of the enchantment was enough.
But now you have withdrawn
Into your shadow world
Safe and Silent
And left me here.
My heart weeping
At the knowledge
That I am not enough after all.
Not for love
Not for friendship.
My body and heart crave your attention.
My enchanted heart weeps.
Even now
A small spark inside me
Still hopes
And believes.
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