To Luv a Witch

When the Darkness fell,

I found myself in an enchanted spell amidst your presence.

Your very essence is older than time, your spirit so ancient, embodied in a golden shrine.

For only in time shall our temples finally get to meet.

Such sacred vessels of human sovereignty,

oh how I stand in awe of all of the things in which you are,

dust fell down from the stars only to help comprise your eyes that bear a piece of my heart,

as I gaze like I tend to do on your Instagram page.

I swear you got my heart opening up for days as these waves in my soul, rage beyond control, while the mystery of your aura calls me back home.

Such magic in plane disguise, what flesh infused with light, I might as well just try to make a lover of you for tonight,

where the darkness made further room for the light, in which I sought so passionately eternally inside, to find a one who I could very well confide,

all the pain that I have been taught to hide.

I feel at home amidst the grey in which we seem to dwell,

where the black and white sit to the side, as I dive into this wishing well, sincerely hoping that these words find you well,

for with these words I cast my spell,

to only further engage with your flesh on this plane.

I simply desire a chance to romance a stance deep inside your heart, for I know who you are, more complex than pink or blue. So very old yet something new.

A gentle presence in such soft skin, yet a strong warrior who indeed resides within, perhaps part of you is really me in different skin, and perhaps we chose to partake in this original sin, that only lead us right to the now.

To your sacredness I bow,

as we proceed to over turn each and every rock, you remind me of such days of old, that were forgotten from Enoch,

a mystic in its true form, forever feeling reborn,

at the grace of all magic things.

Faeries, elves, queens and kings,

a realm in which we see all things, where we finally become transcendent to the material things, for what worth truly is in a diamond ring?

when there is magic that has always lived inside you and me.

Truthfully, we've been much more than what meets the eye, yet and still I wish to try, to penetrate my love way past them thighs.

I only wish to swim in the deepest blues of your eyes, as we persist to subscribe to such density in mass, as we play this game as I lovingly and gently grasp your tender vessel in my bulky arms,

it twas your calmness that I found inside the storm, as this meat shall keep you warm, as I dig your composure and your form.

The world may be cold, yet my bed is warm, with the vision of you laying at my side.

Later, I may feel physically dead, after we explore the immense possibilities of such wild animals who embody savages for a season, only to honor the simple fact that our flesh opted to meet right here at this particular time for some particular reason.