Witchy Woman
~~~
Wicked woven in midnight trance
A magic called by Shaman’s dance
Like the grip of the jungle vine
It traps and holds this heart of mine
~~~
Cauldron bubbles its evil brew
Firelight adds a witching hue
Incantations in whispered tone
Ensure that I am yours alone
~~~
In chicken bones the future read
By island princess of the dead
The pull of your ancient voodoo
A quicksand for my love of you
~~~
There in the autumn’s faint moonlight
She prances naked with delight
And the chant of her Druid art
Easily captures lustful heart
~~~
I am bound by your sorcery
You, now, the only love I see
I only hope the spells you cast
Will make the magic truly last
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
fingers crossed for you –
Thanks, Beth!
I remember reading this before, but it is enchants me every time I read it! 😍
Thank you, beautiful!
Making the magic last is the part most people struggle with.
I would agree. I suggest always learning new tricks. Thanks, Pete!
Beautifully written and I love the fourth stanza best. Hugs to you Brad. Jonikins
Thank you, Jonikins!
You are most welcome my friend. 🦋❤️