Her spellwork

There once was a girl with a laugh like a spell And a voice like a melody She tangled my thoughts like a lace carousel And knocked all the sense out of me

She kissed me like her sweetheart She bid me through her door Then laughed when I tripped on the welcome mat Whispered you're mine once more

She stole all my hoodies and claimed them her own Declared them the tax for her kiss She's carved for herself a cotton throne Of clothes I'd much rather miss

She rules from her heap of oversized sleeves A tyrant of cuddles and charm She whispers sweet lies, easy to believe As needles and pins fight to claim my arm

I surrender each time with theatrical flair Though her kiss is the sharpest blow Losing this war, fingers in my hair Reaping the spoils of her pillow fight glow