with chin canted slightly
a look of innocent pouting
a glance; a whiff of a smile,
(which she knew
had the power of a thousand spells...)
the subtle tugtug of a little girl
on her father's shirt,
or of a child in the candy store
who's pleading for
whatever treat suits their fancy..

like a weakness
she crept into my will
and worried it away
with her teeth and
fingers
which glanced
along my sides
until i was at her mercy
(and on my knees.)

12/07/2001

Posted on 12/07/2001
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