slight of hand imperceptible,
gives the illusion of fair play,
I fall for that line each time.
He says the grass is purple,I stare at the green carpet,
And when I look into his eyes,
I see he is truth.
I’m under a spell, cast by golden eyes.The smile holds me transfixed, I only
see his artist lips, one crooked tooth,
I long to hear his voice. I’m hypnotized.
His hands mesmerize,
hold me in their grasp.
I want him to take me
in strong, muscular arms.
He’s magic, I know what the apple isbut I take a bite anyway.