Her Spell

I become vulnerable whenever I’ve fallen under a spell. It was cast upon me that late afternoon. She strides across the room, her scarf swaying to the side. All there was a single glance of acknowledgement. Her light eyes complimented the glimmering burgundy eye shadow. Her petite lips applied with wine coloured gloss, too divine to look away. Waves of her hair flowing down her back like an enchanted river. My curiosity emerging stronger by each day. These words are no longer mine to control Neither are my whereabouts. Whether or not she’s aware of it, she captivated me.