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for the lust of a witch
I am nothing if not a witch
conjuring the winds speaking spells into being
a mischief maker lest you forget
the dark resides in me creating havoc
chaos swirls and spits fire then looks deeply into you
the pyre you seek greets you cordially
burning inside you, you are already acquainted
you yearn with an intensity that is pleasing
lulled to sleep you have forgotten your calling
delving in deep you see your desire
bidden forth you come close but go no further
touching passion you illicit moaning
the demon's mouth waters calling you its home
with eyes of night and dreams
fancy dances just out of reach giving you tunnel vision
you focus your energy on the me
I tantalize your ardor
hardened greed and you can taste me
cruel witch troubling what I know not
a man with an obsession
a shiny lass with swollen need
pink flesh and all things pleasing
divine truth and come forward
out of the shadows where I can see you
mingles the magic and sparks fly
I can feel you on the air
and taste you on the night
Published 27th Sep 2022
Author's Note
inspired by apisspoorshaman
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Anonymous
27th Sep 2022 6:43pm
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27th Sep 2022 9:57pm
hello dearest Steve thank you graciously for the love on this write 💕 hope today is beautiful for you...
Walking through flames that do not burn, I caress your hidden desires. Too late! I see the trap, for I am yours for all eternity.
* Fighting fire with fire* I hope you approve, Ryszard
* Fighting fire with fire* I hope you approve, Ryszard
27th Sep 2022 10:04pm
thank you graciously dearest Ryszard you really inspired me and I love your poetic comment 💕have a beautiful day today...
Anonymous
28th Sep 2022 1:23am
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28th Sep 2022 2:06am
You certainly cast spells with your writing. These incredibly beautiful incantations that show the beauty of darkness. How the darkness can shine like scrying before an obsidian mirror while it reflects the secrets of that beauty back to you. And in it you see the future, the past, the present. You see the mischief and havoc, the swirls and fire of passion. Looking deep into you... The pyre forever burns, no matter how hot it gets; no matter the hell it reveals. The dust of the incinerated bones of the past just make way for the intense passion of the future. There is no time to sleep and this is not a funeral pyre although there may be death within it there is so much more life. It's always a new beginning a reminder to never forget your calling. Sharing your passion and inciting it in others so they share theirs with you as well. Fancy dances in the night, obsession and lust, chaos and magic. Hardened greed and swollen need coming together. 'I can feel you on the air and taste you on the night' Absolutely... That's beautiful.
28th Sep 2022 9:54pm
hello beautiful Kristina good afternoon... man, that is one hell of a poetic comment I almost think it goes with our write that you could weave that in there...I'm so excited by the way you write and see things... thank you lovely one you made my day 💕
9th Oct 2022 1:11am
I really liked those two last stanzas, very vivid and titillating.
Great work.
Great work.
9th Oct 2022 1:16am
good afternoon dearest Wally thank you graciously I deeply appreciate you 💕 I'm sorry I'm really behind on replies please forgive me...
