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      Hex

      switching the mood, it is the witching hourmidnight drops upon me and I shudderyour specter comes a callingsending shivers along my spinepulses of pleasure overcome mesating a fantasy, I begin to chanta mantra really, calling you to mea spell...

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      • Rock on, Love this crimsin

        • thank you graciously dearest Adagio for being here my attention in the site was waning due to lack of interaction… I appreciate you deeply today ❤️

      • I love the rock god!!!
        So many great lines in this but I absolutely love flame of fright!!
        Cheers to the darkness!

        • hi beautiful Adelphina thank you so much I felt like I was hitting my flow by that time I’m glad you liked it ❤️

      • Passionately penned, Brenda. Always a great write when music is involved in the story. Excellent work my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • hello dearest Damian yes he is an inspiration thank you for digging it ❤️

      • ​I love the commanding voice in this poem! It isn’t a passive admirer; she’s a “Mistress,” an active conjurer of lust. The use of words like “Hexaba,” “culted lust,” and “sanctify the rite with orgasm” is brilliant for creating that sense of forbidden, consuming desire. A passionate wicked piece.

        • hello lovely poetess good evening thank you graciously for the love on this write ❤️

      • Rob Fuckin Zombie Brenda!! Have you ever listened to White Zombie’s early material from the 1980’s? I personally think it’s horrible. Check it out if you haven’t. Awesome piece of writing. Love the chick…Sexy!!

      • Really intense images.
        I definitely saw a scene of the occult unfolding in these words.

        I both admire and fear witches.

        Regards James

        • he dearest James good morning thank you and don’t worry I’m not a practising witch though magic seems to come naturally from me have a good day today ❤️

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      DWI =Do With Intention

      Wake up in the morning,with one goal in mind.How to feed my babies,without committing a crime.   Everyone sees,But can not imagine.How easy it could be.How can this life happen?   Never wanted a picket fence,or a house with a yard.All I could...

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      • Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt the sting of your words. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

      • We do what we must. Well, the good ones do! Like you.
        Speak your words, Fia. Take a bow and some praise. It ain’t easy out there. Luckily you’ve discovered the therapy of ceative writing. It DOES help. It can save souls, if we trust ourselves to focus on hope.
        Wonderful, uplifting write my dear.

      • Man. I can relate to this. Not just myself but with my friends and family.
        There is no telling where I’d be without my mom. She is my rock.
        So empowering!! Thank you for posting !!

      • The kids are everything. And if they’re not…something ain’t right. Felt this one in my maternal DNA.

      • Whatever it takes!

      • Life can be cruel and unfair, so I thank God for mothers like this. It is my great hope that their sacrifices will be rewarded–if not in this life, then the next.

      • Life is a fight. You have invoked a great feeling of grit and determination.
        Regards James

      • I felt this deep in my marrow. Your dedication to those children renewed my faith in humankind. The struggle to keep your children fed and housed moved my heart deeply. This is truly one of your very best poems. It speaks to me of a mother’s love and her oh so protective spirit t keep her children safe, healthy, and well. This is much more than a poem it is a living breathing testament to a mother’s love. I loved this so much.

        John

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      Touching You from Inside

      I recall many nights with you,Under the skies of mid-December It seemed almost nightly, you were wearing that nightie We called it “ugly pink”, remember? My eyes would secretly glideUp and down that satiny gownHungrily drinking, the shiny fabric clinging To every curve...

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      Looking Softly Me Over

      𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶...

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    • Forests of Twilight

      In blackened dreamsa mist descends from the hills Unsuspecting Only the dust moves,like a funeral veil of melancholy Sorrow The traveler of unknown plainsthrough darkness & light Confusion Flowers of desirable bloomLethal in touch and smell Death

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