She is but a lonely spellCaster
love sewn in her Linens
to touch is to fall in love.
With luscious silk
draped down her smooth curved body,
her hair fell like gentle rain on her robe.
I can feel the poison
coursing through my body
love has its grip on me.
A knight, turned a feeble old man
Wise to loves touch,
Yet never learns his lession,
for the Sorceress gets what she wants.
As my persistence dies trying to fight
so does her enjoyment
Making me jump through hoops
to get her to notice me..
and I'm released from her vicious spell.
I'm  left with nothing but emptiness and shame
for my love still lingers
for the treacherous spellcaster...