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Hex

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Summary:
Rob Zombie, lust
switching the mood, it is the witching hour
midnight drops upon me and I shudder
your specter comes a calling
sending shivers along my spine

pulses of pleasure overcome me
sating a fantasy, I begin to chant
a mantra really, calling you to me

a spell is on my hips
magic tumbles from my lips
sinister need, you recognize this witch

Hexaba will of steel, flame of fright
do my bidding demon
ride the night air, please your Mistress

sanctify the rite with orgasm
so he might feel me, forever feel me in his nether realm
insidious desire a man with many followers

culted lust a groupie rises among the nameless
occult vision manifesting my artistry
conjuring the dark upon you, rock God

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    1. ​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.

    2. 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!!

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