Writer, artist and musician, Pasha du Valentine, blogs everyday from her studio in the UK.

Monday, 2 December 2019

The Enchantment by Pasha du Valentine

I was only walking, a slow meander
Not even talking
Simple thinkings
That fateful night he passed me by

There was a scent
The one we know, the scent of man that touches souls
It made me stop and turn
Twas from then on I yearned

Like a child was I
Enchanted see, a dream box opened
Loins sharpened
From then on, I watched him
Dreamed him
Every day
His manly ways
Filled with flutters fair
Was I
His skin like baby leather, sun-drenched
Smelt of heather
It drove me mad it did

His thighs were hard
Poetry on motions
The simplest things
Like angel’s wings

And then I yearned
This power to grow
A shard
To stab my heart, my open soft desire
His weapon wild to take the child
That still remained in me

He knew not what he did, what strength he had
Despite my mission
My blind submission

It drove me mad
Fair made me sad

And so it was I saw the Witch
The Witch was black of heart
Her dreams and hopes had powered her you see
She kept them free
And saved herself
For higher things

This Enchantment,
She had said
You will need a spell to make it less
If you so desire it gone
It will ne'er compare to what will come
You are ruined now for others

Do it!
Said I to the wise Witch
Make it go
The rivers in my underclothes
Are far beyond a wizard’s joke
I cannot cope with such desires
For a man with thighs of steel and eyes like fires

And so the black Witch cast her spell
And lust was gone
Once again I carried on
To search forevermore
A desire as strong

© 2019 Pasha du Valentine / Goddamn Media

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