There’s an “itchy-bitchy-witchy-side” in every innocent face.
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Witch Was Conceived
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.