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

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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