Sex Magic
A poem inspired by something I could smell and the energy I could free around me a few months back.
I can smell your scent , its strong and perinates the air
yet you are miles away , rumoured in the arms of another .
So why astral to me ?
Why promise such words of love , that you will be here, that you will love me ,
when you are clearly in the arms of another .
But still, I can smell that scent ,
salty yet sweet, earthy yet sickly of mortal desire.
Have you used sex magic on me ? Using your own seed to seal your magic work, for that is what I can smell . That thick scent only known to those who have a keen senses of smell. But I can smell it so very clearly, yet you are no where near me, you are not here physically to me.
I know you have done sex magic on me , but why? Are you hoping to comfort me , to seduce me to your will? If so it's not working , it just makes me fear that the women in your arms is the one getting the benefit from your magic, and your heart .
Yet still you astral to me and it is slowly killing me , maybe I need to run away, run far and far away from you. To become unseen to you in the astral, so no magic of your creation can ever reach me.
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