A Touch of Witchcraft

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Breathless.
Phantom pulse.
Her heart embracing illusions,
a craving powering her thoughts.
How could it be?
A spell cast upon her,
the caster knowing not
what they'd done

Witchcraft,
to it she must resort,
a potion for love,
for her love to drink deep.
Lips to her chalice,
incense and crystal reflections
forever together,
the cauldron spilling passion.

©October 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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