Under Your Spell Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When I first saw you,
I should have fled the other way.
But you attracted me like a magnet.
Hypnotized!
In a 'whipped' kind of crave.

Have I become crazed?
Yes!
And I am unbelieving,
I have allowed myself to drool.
But whatever you've got,
To keep me tied up in knots!
I am under your spell,
Wishing not to be rescued.

'What's my name? '

Maxine.

'No...
The other one.
And say it louder! '

MAMA!

'That's better!
I'm going upstairs.
You want to join me?
Or would you prefer to stay in the basement?
You're close to finishing my training process! '