Witch Woman

Which witch wails
writhing beneath
the full moon
banshee calls
sending souls
shivering
undulating want
wafting between
worlds
her witchy bitchy
soul shivering
vibrating
between love and
lust

calling me
torn by desire and
destruction
open minds
leave me breathless
tested by
torment and tease
skin shifting
between
black, brown, yellow
red and
white
faces morphing
melding into one
sensual concerto
of magical moods
mementos
of past lives

Soft wet centers
seeping brew
a witch’s vital stew
of sexual sin
washing over me
baptizing me
in a cascade of
the Moon’s light
love shining down
upon glades of
night’s secret
center
a soul undone
by a moment’s
whimsical want
a fatal song
unsung
the chords of
her voice
an infinite and
everlasting
taunt.

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