Mesmerized
by the touch of grace
in her lilting hand gestures
as she spoke…
the simple tilt of her head
as she smiled or softly laughed
at the table conversation…
the intent kindness and interest
her eyes showed everyone
in her contact…
the elegant crossed legs
where the shiny black heel
dangled and danced as her foot moved
with a life of its own…
the way her lips met
the chilled white wine
leaving mine dry and envious…
I was trapped
held captive
by this enchanting picture
of everything I desired
a woman
who unknowingly
and from afar
took control of me
as I simply
stood
stared
and sank
into her aura
©MidwestFantasy
05/02/2017
Midwest Fantasy Writes 
A powerful observation. Nice.
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To be held captive in a love. A forever missed place in the memory of the lover of love.
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Yes. Thank you.
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You are welcome my friend.
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