bell book & candle

 
Reaching in Her bag She pulled out some tricks
Bell book & candle
Robe oils & hope
The lighting of the candle
Softly gave the room the look She desired
Slipping out daytime
feeling more nightkind
Dons Her velvet robe
Deepened delicious desires
Her hopes are to feed the man across the street
The art to ringing the bell
Is in claim of sensual spirituality
Feedings to his fires
Burning his soul with unrepressed completeness


Her book it shows
How it is, to this man She knows
It breathes Her magic prose ,love ,poemS

She wasn't waiting any longer
This was to be perfect
All to be Hers
This the claimed man

A bell rings

"Everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings"--its a wonderful life

By Souladareatease
25th Jan 2013