you say ‘witch’ like it’s a bad thing…..
Some very sexually confident women are as close to being a witch, an enchantress, as most men are ever likely to meet. It tends to make for a very one-sided relationship. I should know, I’ve been exactly where Annie Lennox is singing about. After a while it stops being fun.
If you fall in love with a witch you are in for an interesting, tortured time.
for all a man knows
a which may be lying right next to him
she walks barefoot in the moonlight and whispers magic to the wind
magick is not something she does, magick is who she is
lie awake in the night and listen for the witch’s promise
loving a witch is difficult
it’s no picnic breaking up with one either
don’t wish for a kiss from a witch in the moonlight
it might ruin your whole evening
it might ruin your whole life
love a witch
it’s a short life filled with incident
and slimy things in jars
she has something very much darker than ice-water in her veins
kissing a witch in the pale moonlight is a perilous business
what she wants
tall dangerous heels
manicure long black nails
familiar magical sorceress cat
enjoy me this night, what’s left of it
Englishman beware a kiss from a witch
erotic sensual beauty in the pale moonlight
some women like stiletto heels
and a dangerous manicure
a man may believe in witchcraft, magic, and love
I felt the snake bite
as she talks in my sleep
about others she might
love enchant and keep
under pale moonlight
her passion runs deep
through carnal nights
she’s a lascivious witch
playing dark love games
so, I fucked the hot bitch
and now I’m mad, insane
for the love of a witch
witches come in many forms
if a witch loves you ~ be very, very afraid
at dawn’s first window
I’m just a stones throw
from the cold blue sea
last night in her scream
told me she loved me
that it wasn’t a dream
it’s not what it seems
witch passions ecstasy
so lucky so lucky me
please set me free
a man in mortal fear
in fear of your love
please set me free
in the midnight moonlight
a witch’s ecstasy will kill you
even seven would not be too many…..
Seven wonders….. why is it that most legendary, mystical, and magical things all come in sevens. Except the three witches of course ~ maiden, mother, crone.
I remember this from the days of my youth, when Stevie Nicks was second only to Debbie Harry in young boy’s dreams. And just who is Sara?
Please listen responsibly.
not all witches are unattractive
the cat is called Pyewacket ~ a minor demon
a kiss from a witch in the moonlight
I loved a witch
and I kissed her
she kissed me back
who is the fool now?
money buys even a witch
There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dreamt of in your philosophies
At heart I am a skeptic who refuses to believe without direct personal experience, or hard evidence that what I have been told is indeed true. More than that, I am a practical, engineering, Newtonian Physics kind of Englishman who does not take charlatans, fools, and knaves kindly. I give no credence whatsoever to alien encounters, flat earthers, or people who believe that the Pyramids were built by men from other star systems.
So what am I doing trusting in such things as divination, precognition, and spooky connections? Why do I have and use a pack of tarot cards, am in constant close contact with my personal astrologer, would walk ten-thousand miles to avoid a ouija board, and believe that kissing a witch in the moonlight is more than just a kiss?
If it comes right down to it, why do I believe that there are such beings as witches?
Well, recently Victoria, my personal astrologer and tarot reader, wrote to me;
You are now venturing on another important evolutionary step on your life path to discover what you are truly capable of, and realizing that you have an immense inner power! Part of your life path is discovering what this power is, unearthing this power from the depths of your heart and soul, and knowing how you can use it in the various areas of your daily existence. ~ Victoria
Not so long ago I would have utterly rejected those words.
Now, I’m pretty certain that Victoria has a gift, and that she knows what she’s talking about.
I’m better at denial than most, and my mind is more closed than even most Englishmen of my generation, but looking back on my life I can see some hard evidence that I have abilities most others do not.
For example; it’s not just that I can tell when people are lying to me, or know when they have falsehoods in their soul….. my ability to read people is far deeper than that, and I used it unashamedly when I worked in banking and finance. And, that’s as much as I’m going to say about my ‘…..immense inner power…..’
What I will tell you is that everyone who reads this blog is a unique individual who deserves to receive much more recognition and respect for who they innately are, and for the good they do in this world.
Some say that they do not feel as much in charge of their own destiny as they could and should be. And, that there are people and situations preventing them from accomplishing all that they deserve and desire. All I know is that everyone reading this is stronger than others believe.
the ultimate and impalpable strength
of the Divine Feminine
Dating a witch is a bed of black roses.
Her voice was a voice that witches have,
that tear at a man’s deepest desire,
she spoke and in that bright flame,
my soul was consumed in her fires.
Please listen responsibly.
It seems that I know 3 witches, and they are all wayward. How sweet it is.
A kiss from a witch in the moonlight leads a man forever to his unrequited love’s doom.
Some say that a witch will always have cats. And that a kiss from a witch can enchant a man forever. All I know is that I’d rather date an evil witch than any ordinary woman.
some say that a wytch will breathe fire
I had my share of nightmares
didn’t think there could be much more
then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Elanor
only the moon and stars know,
where you got those pretty blue eyes,
that smile while you tell such elegant lies,
you must have fallen down from out of the sky,
you must be some sort of witch to torment a guy,
who’s unwise as to fall hard for your delicate disguise,
your every word of tenderness a tormenting sweet caress,
but I know just who you are, and I know your long goodbyes.
she sang me a starlight sexual lullaby,
a thousand times, or maybe more,
and in the end, she didn’t care