SHE PUT A SPELL
~ By Absolutely*Kate ~
Ooooh, the time was right ~ the waning moon speckled perspicacious light. Aye, focal clarity churned Braeden's insight. She knew as her due that a Law of Exchange was far from taboo where genuine gypsy majick wended sensual spiral true.
"Power of the hours,
with good for all,
make the scornface have his fall."
Tonalities eroticized rhythmic chant ~ gutteral, primal, flaring NEED. Indeed, far from desire is need. Deep in the valley of earth, to exist, she required seed.
Pride goes before a fall. Craven swaggered the front hall. Pretense? Now, none at all. Quick! Carnelian candle lit. Dip - went - the - wick.
© 2011, Absolutely*Kate,
feelin' bewitchy . . .
Flickering photo ala gypsymagic spellcasting