Now I impress her,
Kiss and caress her
In silks I dress her
Witch in the wild.
I hurt her, stress her,
Stress and distress her,
Enthrall and regress her,
With my dark guile.
I, the aggressor,
Smother, oppress her,
She is the lesser,
Meek and so mild.
No, I cannot suppress her,
I have failed to assess her,
She leaves me for dead, this witch’s child!
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting and very dark!
I love the inner rhyme and I like a change from your sonnets.
Any more witches' poems ..send their links my way.
I enjoyed this.. keep up the good work! No corrections Excellent work!!
Nooni
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Michael this was brilliant..I loved the pace and rhyme. It was an excellent read!


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You are such a romantic, Sir. Even a witch seems a seduction. I am enjoying your poetry.


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Well, dear Sir Poet... that's what happens...

If you try to seduce a young witch, she'll leave her mark on you.
A wonderfully enchanting poem!
Made me smile in amazement.







