Enchanted

Rapt in wonder,
I hang
         Upon
Your every word.

Starlit,
         Blessed,
Modest charms
                     Ablaze.

Limpid syllables
You utter,
An ardent voice
In whose
             Whetted
Tenderness

I humbly succumb. 

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