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How to Barbeque a Witch
***** Step one ******
all great recipes start with anticipation
with a little romance
a bit of love
and long slow simmering walks
sunsets and spicy banter
a little sarcasm as an option
but I will leave that is up to you
****** Step two *****
now bring everything up to a boil
degree by slow degree
"is it getting warm in here?"
"no my lovely witch, let me take your cloak"
holding hands with the gentlest touch
delicate strokes inside her wrist
chase the hair away from her face
exposing her arching neck
as she leans in close
the kiss of the butterfly on the nape of her neck
she gives a quick little shudder
***** Step three *****
now to wait for fires to build
the coals to stoke red
she must give herself freely
or she may turn you into a toad
clothes disappear like magic
insistent
trembling
your tongue teases tits
sharp peaks of flame
tracing lines of fire
from tits to clit
tasting it all
***** Step four *****
the seasonings are just right
inhaling heady scents of sex
the witch turns red hot and burning
turning over
you slide in from behind
she impales her clit upon your dick
balls get smashed and you grown [it hurts]
red hot and moaning
but she needs brimstone and fire
***** Step five *****
you stroke her back with a whip
the softest sensual touch
SNAP
the whip draws red
she screams
CRACK
beads of blood welling up
she cries and pleads
"please make me bleed"
brimstone and sulfur
and unholy fire
she comes with blinding flame
collapsing
to lie comatose
in a dark embrace
you desired a barbeque
it only costed you your soul
a small price to pay
for the unearthly love of a witch
all great recipes start with anticipation
with a little romance
a bit of love
and long slow simmering walks
sunsets and spicy banter
a little sarcasm as an option
but I will leave that is up to you
****** Step two *****
now bring everything up to a boil
degree by slow degree
"is it getting warm in here?"
"no my lovely witch, let me take your cloak"
holding hands with the gentlest touch
delicate strokes inside her wrist
chase the hair away from her face
exposing her arching neck
as she leans in close
the kiss of the butterfly on the nape of her neck
she gives a quick little shudder
***** Step three *****
now to wait for fires to build
the coals to stoke red
she must give herself freely
or she may turn you into a toad
clothes disappear like magic
insistent
trembling
your tongue teases tits
sharp peaks of flame
tracing lines of fire
from tits to clit
tasting it all
***** Step four *****
the seasonings are just right
inhaling heady scents of sex
the witch turns red hot and burning
turning over
you slide in from behind
she impales her clit upon your dick
balls get smashed and you grown [it hurts]
red hot and moaning
but she needs brimstone and fire
***** Step five *****
you stroke her back with a whip
the softest sensual touch
SNAP
the whip draws red
she screams
CRACK
beads of blood welling up
she cries and pleads
"please make me bleed"
brimstone and sulfur
and unholy fire
she comes with blinding flame
collapsing
to lie comatose
in a dark embrace
you desired a barbeque
it only costed you your soul
a small price to pay
for the unearthly love of a witch
Published 20th Jun 2022
| Edited 14th Sep 2023
Author's Note
I originally used this title for a different poem but it never fit that well, so this is my second attempt to use the title as a prompt for a poem. I hope you like it.
Written for a muse and a witch.
Written for a muse and a witch.
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Anonymous
- Edited 20th Jun 2022 7:28pm
20th Jun 2022 7:24pm
I don't know about my soul, but i knew this bum, up Seattle way? Called himself the Shaman, a good friend of mine then. Just about my only. He once passed me a bag, turned out his own was inside there. Now i m holding in reserve for him, where it's safe.
I have lost my soul many times only to find it when I turned around. It is so easy to lose our way in this earthly game we play. Many paths and a kaleidoscope of choices open to the soul by being true to ourselves. I find that judging others to most crippling for forward progress, yet judging others seems to be the great american pastime. ... The catch 22 of spiritual growth - the judging of others for their judgmental hypocrisy. Live, learn, screw up, and repeat with a little breathing scape for inner peace. xo
Anonymous
- Edited 20th Jun 2022 8:44pm
20th Jun 2022 8:25pm
I think judging others isn't anything at all particular to americans. I think it's been the great pastime of humans all over man's world ever since whenever it was that Man decided it was his to rule, rather than everybody's to share. Division is rule number one of control, and so that's how it ripples forth to work out subconsciously on the parts of the rest of us...It's sad, but i don't think it's insurmountable. Historical dynamics take a while to play out, though, and so that's where we are.
Love you.
Love you.
20th Jun 2022 8:27pm
What can I say, this is a masterpiece.
From the very first line you cast a spell on me.
And that is my job so it's not fair...
But I see you don't play by the rules.
And neither do I.
Each step is it's own poem...
Each one says so much.
If I could be the ingredients in this recipe.
Then you can eat me knowing it was beautiful to me.
And it will be the best BBQ you have ever had.
"a little sarcasm' goes a long way. I like making it spicy.
- I hope you do too.
Delicate strokes inside the wrist, that is love.
When you take the time to touch every detail.
The light touch of lips always sends tingles.
She remembers that sometimes she needs the gentlest touch.
Having become so used to getting it rough.
And that shudder travels down her spine finding it's way into everything.
Her grimoire is open, and you read her spells.
Incantations vibrate through her.
The need to burn her at the stake growing.
But you have already set her ablaze.
She burns you.
And she takes you to her hell.
One where you can become king.
But this is chess, perhaps the queen has more power still.
Always setting your souls on fire with every move.
Really beautiful work APPS.
I have no snarky response - I know you are sad. :)
From the very first line you cast a spell on me.
And that is my job so it's not fair...
But I see you don't play by the rules.
And neither do I.
Each step is it's own poem...
Each one says so much.
If I could be the ingredients in this recipe.
Then you can eat me knowing it was beautiful to me.
And it will be the best BBQ you have ever had.
"a little sarcasm' goes a long way. I like making it spicy.
- I hope you do too.
Delicate strokes inside the wrist, that is love.
When you take the time to touch every detail.
The light touch of lips always sends tingles.
She remembers that sometimes she needs the gentlest touch.
Having become so used to getting it rough.
And that shudder travels down her spine finding it's way into everything.
Her grimoire is open, and you read her spells.
Incantations vibrate through her.
The need to burn her at the stake growing.
But you have already set her ablaze.
She burns you.
And she takes you to her hell.
One where you can become king.
But this is chess, perhaps the queen has more power still.
Always setting your souls on fire with every move.
Really beautiful work APPS.
I have no snarky response - I know you are sad. :)
21st Jun 2022 2:35am
21st Jun 2022 00:57am
hello dearest poet you put a spell on me
I am completely aroused and titillated by this poem
I'm witch did you know?
this is very sexy, heady stuff
now I will go amuse myself ❤️
I am completely aroused and titillated by this poem
I'm witch did you know?
this is very sexy, heady stuff
now I will go amuse myself ❤️
The world needs more witches and unearthly love. It pleases this simple bard to titillate your senses and awaken desires m'lady.
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I had no idea you were a witch, I seem to keep running into witches and my world would be a pale and barren place without the ones I know. You interest me and thank you for not turning me into a toad.
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I had no idea you were a witch, I seem to keep running into witches and my world would be a pale and barren place without the ones I know. You interest me and thank you for not turning me into a toad.
21st Jun 2022 2:51am
This is a barn fire of sensual erotic magnificence
HELL is a small price to pay for this rapture
BIG SPICY LIKE
HELL is a small price to pay for this rapture
BIG SPICY LIKE
24th Jun 2022 7:09am
How I wasted my youth desiring carnality and ignoring romance, going for the prize that I had already lost in my hurry. Just a simple thank you for your reply but it is from my heart.
21st Jun 2022 10:02am
24th Jun 2022 7:15am
Live and learn. I guess we all have to reinvent the Kama Sutra for ourselves, it just doesn't seem possible to learn spiritual and erotic bliss from the dry words of of book [just speaking for myself of course].
