You toss your pointy hat aside
and tell me to come on in
You pull out a box of little vials
and start mixing stuff in
🧹
A flick of herbs, a dash of toad
a pinch of sparkling mite
You turn up the blazing heat
and lock me in tonight
🧹
Your flowing velvet sleeves fall back
your fingers smell of sage
You pin me with your neon gaze
reciting words right off your page
🧹
Drink deep you whisper in my ear
I taste it, sweet and slow
right down my ribs, the shivers come
Your love spell starts to grow
🧹
Your black cat blinks from off the shelf
your bubbling cauldron sighs
you bind me with a luminous thread
I'm lost inside your eyes
🧹
I don't need a counter spell
I love it in your gloom
you quickly swept me off my feet
with your little witchy broom
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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