intriguing darkness, spilling from my lips
dripping like a liquor, enough to intoxicate
your mind spins and you shake off the feeling
a seduction is ocurring
the more I talk the more enamored you become
words tingle the senses
power rolls from the tongue
I'm into you
chanting under my breath I cast
silver sliver, make him quiver
haunted lust, mine to touch
secrecy of the moment, pleases me
his aura vibrant speaks of passion
something thick between us
causes an intimate act
dull of ache I quake
tremble the doubt he is more than I can handle
celetial conjuring be my guide
am I losing myself in his eyes?
dreaded truth I cast upon myself
Rated for Mature(17+) 
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Summary:
lust,magic
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I’m getting a strong, witchcraft vibe from this.
I embrace it though. I have a passion for gothic culture.
Highly spiritual, magnificent and darkly exquisite. x
hello lovely Rosie good evening thank you I do like to explore the gothic in my writing…I don’t necessarily practice magic some things just come natural as I see in your works also ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write as always my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️
I’ve never tried to trace back how long ago withes emanated from the past. This poem shows the power that one can have when it comes to lust. Something as old as time itself.
Nice one Crimsin, with great picture that conjures up the mystique of the poem.
hello dearest Tim thank you graciously for such a lovely and thoughtful comment ❤️