Enthralment Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

When I endear to kiss your lips
And draw your face to me
I feel the sway of your slim hips
Give love so naturally

The nipples of your supple breast
Are pointed like a dart
Between the two my head lay rest
Much closer to your heart

I squeeze the softness of your rear
My fingers trace your spine
With two fixating eyes to leer
I'm yours and you are mine

Promise your soul will not desist
Let's share our mortal breath
Your everything I can't resist
In life and after death.