Hypnotized

With hands as smooth as silk,
his hands roam my skin,
his touch so cold, yet so craved.
His eyes a golden topaz,
His eyes dance amongst my figure, embraced in obsession of lust
I look into his eyes, I feel my blood stop cold,
A violent shiver rushes down to the tips of my toes,
A soothing breeze maneuvers itself from his chapped lips to the base of my neck
His lips graze amongst my collarbone, his touch locking onto my waist.
He pulls my body closer, his teeth gently peircing my lobe.
I feel his lips press hard onto my throat,
I feel the twitch of his need for taste
My blood rushing hot,
my heart racing like its on cocaine
Passion rips through me
I try to pull away
His grip locked so tight
"Stop." I mouth, yet no sound escapes
A husky chuckle escapes from him,
I am trapped.
Above us in the villa, I see trains of silver and emerald gowns flow,
"Help!" I rasp, my body wont listen.
I am forced to succumb to this awful damn-nation
His hues lock on me, a growl forms.
My vision goes black.
I awake in a large bed,
A stone cold body lay beside me,
I rush to the window, its barred, I look down below
A world of darkness, betray, hate and pain is all i see.
Of what hypnotic power, has this man portrayed to make me succumb to his desire?