Catchlights in her eyes enslave me.

They bring me to the verge of tears.

The joy I feel to call her mine.

Wipes away all and any fears.

The love I see and feel from her.

Makes me feel like number one.

The love I feel and show to her.

Confirms that she’s the one.

And again I look upon her beauty.

The catchlights in her eyes.

I hold myself wanting to be bound.

Enslaved, hers for all time.

5 thoughts on “Enslaved

  1. The sparkle you see in my eyes…is a reflection of you. You are the brightest, most sparkling person I know….
    My beautiful, sexy man…..if anyone is enslaved…it is me. I am yours. I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️ This is a lovely poem……I am the luckiest woman on earth😘😘😘😘

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