I’m not sure if this is finished yet, and if it isn’t whether it’s for the want of a ‘polish’ or complete rewrite! But what the hell…
The spell is cast
With leather, lace and silk
With the tilt of your neck
The curve of your throat
The smell of your hair.
The spell is broken
With the taste of you on my lips
With the violent rush of me flowing into you
With the flush of arousal staining your skin.
In the afterglow,
We meet as equals.
N.B: I’m also unsure about the title – ‘Spellbound’ or ‘Pedestal’? Any thoughts greatly appreciated…