There’s an “itchy-bitchy-witchy-side” in every innocent face.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Every Cell

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…

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.