I think he bewitched me with his eyes.

Weeks later, that gaze still haunts my dreams.

They are all I see, peering into my soul.

Almost at every moment, he is on my mind.

Wandering through it, calling me to him.

Leaving memoirs of that day.

Driving me mad like a sirens' song.

Scenes of me on my knees, hair in a knot around his hand, slight grip on my throat, come at me in a loop.

And for the first time ever, I was willing to be owned, guided, his.

Now he has me wishing for him again.

To finish what we started.