"Brew"

 We meet at the bank once every week
 Me, the patron who visits as needed
 She, a teller, 'Lynn'
 Bright eyes, cute, but meek

 Many hints are given but she doesn't respond
 Maybe I'm too bold or just not her type
 It seems she enjoys our chats
 Though they form no bond

 Time to consult a friend, one who practices the art
 She meets with others, a coven at Full Moon
 My request is given
 Her decision, 'We'll start'

 What will follow
 I'm uncertain of their brew
 It could be a spell, talisman, potion or charm
 Whatever is required, I trust them to do

 Three weeks pass, my situation the same
 But the next week it happens
 Out of the blue, Lynn gives me a note
 Her number and last name

 We connect, hook up, occasionally still do
 I see her often, every week
 Not as shy like before
 We remain friends, with benefits, too

 Was it timing, coincidence, attraction, chance
 Many will say it is one of these for certain

 This is my truth
 The Esbat conjured romance
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 *Point of reference:
 'Esbat' is a meeting of Witches
 during the Full or New Moon*
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