It's a weird space, in which she resides, full of incongruity
lovers barely hidden, with vague unrealistic obscurity
ghosts of the past, surround the wicked witch's purity
the passion keeps her going along her path of learning
her lover keeps her senses thriving, always yearning
though strife is inherent, it comes with the incessant burning
she takes him to places he has never been before
skill keeps him under her spell, ever pleading for more
binding his passion to her, with his cries of je t'adore
she moves as one as she waves the wand of lust sublime
his adoration aflame, waiting for a reciprocated sign
his personal witch, the bitch, brews her magic so divine
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een mooi brouwsel van woorden J.
lust en liefde liggen soms mijlenver uit elkaar,
killea: Thank you, sweetheart
Again, full of Shakespearean idiom.
killea: The good old bard! Thanks dddfish
very nice poem of the wicked witch. please put a spell on me?
killea: Hokus Pokus......., JakobRob Done!
Witches of the world unite!
killea: Hallelujah! Thanks Greta
I used to date a witch, but it didn't last. I'm still thankfull that she didn't turn me into a frog.
killea: Thank you, Bert
Magnificent how you turn your words into beauty, Killea! xx
killea: Thank you so much for the wonderful fb, Hazen
magical poetry June!
killea: Thank you ever so much, coming from you it is a great compliment, Lief love