As His Spell He Weaves
In the night he comes to me
with a gentle touch
he places his mark around my neck
as I am bound I am freed
His will, my desire
His heart, my soul
His strength, my comfort
He is the moon, I am the sea
my heart pounds and my soul my eyes betray
I quiver beneath his touch
as his spell he weaves
My power I give to him
power he gives back to me
I am lost, I am found I am drowning, I am rescued
in his embrace, I finally find peace
Each stroke, as the wingbeats of a dove
driving me harder, faster, higher
then with a touch on my fevered skin
suddenly he is there, soaring with me
we become one
His will, my desire
His heart, my soul
His strength, my comfort
He is the moon, I am the sea
my heart pounds and my soul my eyes betray
I quiver beneath his touch
as his spell he weaves
As I am bound I am freed
he is the moon and I am the sea
as his spell he weaves
in his embrace I find peace
we become one
he is the moon and I am the sea
as his spell he weaves-around me
Copyright © Paula Shepard 2000