The Witching Hour

When all else fails in the “witching” hour of night,
Full of grace and sex in the pale moonlight,
She rides in on her electric broom
To fulfill the fantasies that crowd the room.
Slithering up next to him, she hears his plea
Whispering his recognizance in her grim majesty
He thrills her, drills her, quells her desire
She fuels and quenches his passion and fire
As the clock ticks away it minutes and hours
The moonlight brings in rays of the sun’s morning showers
Misty Jewell 9/21/06
© 2011, gypsy_heart. All rights reserved.
Hi! My name is Misty and am a true country, Southern girl who likes sweet tea, fishing, and Sunday drives. I am a teacher, a mother, a lover, and friend. I love to cook and try new recipes. I also adore music. It's my main passion, and all genre's of music touch me on some level. I also love art, reading, and writing. My writing is not some made up bullshit. It's very personal to me. So if you want to know me, read my words.
gypsy_heart
Tags: erotica, gypsy heart, poetry
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