If you can feel my body, every cell in it is crying out for
you. Just a thought of you makes me shiver with desire. Hearing your voice
sends me sensations that I can only scream in frustration for now. I get lost
in your softly spoken magic spells. Your promptings bring my numb body to its
senses. A sleeping fire is put to flame and it’s now burning incessantly…
There’s an “itchy-bitchy-witchy-side” in every innocent face.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Witch Was Conceived
Somewhere
along the abyss - in an undiscoverable unknown society - I met a soul. A subtle
soul. An overself. His coming was alarming - he was very captivating. I have no
other choice but to stand naked – heart, mind, body and soul – in front of him.
I melt at the sound of his whisper. I am nothing without him anymore. I am his
own. I am his slave – slave to his provocations and promptings.
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