I'M Whipped

She makes me smile with her words that she lovingly places there to see. Does she know, just what she does and how she truly affects me? Her smile, infectious and so lovely, casts light upon the common man. There’s heat emitted from that gleam that causes me to require a fan. I cannot help but be a captive held within her ropelike arms, bound and gagged, beneath a smile. For I’ve succumbed to all her charms.