Your voice is like the opium

Your voice is like the opium
for my soul.
You call, I come,
you draw it out of me
with urging gentleness
and softer melody.
I'm like your snake
who dreamlike moves
and goes towards your call
and blindly follows
its sound of all
enchanting persuasiveness,
The up and down
of leading and of pleading
are endless promises
out of control?

It only needs your sound
to prise me out
high off my ground
towards the source
and magic instrument,
spellbound -
For quite a moment when
the music's lingering,
my head is trembling
and my tongue shows out,
I taste the air
and then surrendering
fall back into my place
all tired out...

You've done it, there again
and without clout,
my master, sorcerer
by soft determination.
You've got me where
you wanted me to be.
Your smile is faint
and so contentedly...