Witchy Woman

Posted by Brad Osborne on October 3, 2022 · 8 Comments 

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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

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Cauldron bubbles its evil brew

Firelight adds a witching hue

Incantations in whispered tone

Ensure that I am yours alone

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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

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There in the autumn’s faint moonlight

She prances naked with delight

And the chant of her Druid art

Easily captures lustful heart

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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

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