Vertigo

His touch burns deeply
my flesh like cold snow.
Lost in the depths
of his opal eyes,
I yield to his every breath
Words so luscious
cant have come from lips so sinful.
Lips that once threw hail stones of liquid mercury,
now serenade with the graceful sounds of illusion.
I'm spun tightly in this web of angelic persuasion,
unseeing to the greedy plan.
He has taken leverage,
and I've given him control