Bewitched
She wiggled her nose
She has bewitched my mind
with her mere presence
her fragrance settled upon me
She covered me in stardust
and found the magic within
She has stirred the cauldron of her love
So now I am controlled both
by love and lust
and I have never felt this way before
*
She is all I think of
I am captivated by her essence
A prisoner
yet totally free
Free to be the me
I have always longed to be
*
For I am free to sing and dance
To live in the abundance of her love
*
She taught me to fly
when my wing was broken
and darkness swirled around
And yes she bites
and I love that itβs hard and deep
Yet
I am free to unlock
the mental chains of my curiosity
and journey with her into
the depths of our presence


What a fabulous poem to end Halloween. β€οΈ
I wiggle my nose, put an spell on you and kiss your neck... oops I bite π«¦