Thank you Bosda,
I’ll try not to disappoint
Thanks Laffin,
Yep how do you think they got those talkin frogs on the Bud commercials
Thank you Kythereia,
Are you out Dazzlin tonight darlin?
Sheesh, Kytheria. You must have been at the front of the line when they were handing out charm. Between this and the other kissy-kissy thread, I gotta say I’m starting to feel a little neglected here. I must have been at the back of the line, never making it to the front before they’d run out of the latest designer charm. By the time they got to me they were passing out meager amounts of the Salvation Army charm, thoroughly sanitized for my protection.
Welcome, both m@c (lovely poetry and a welcome diversion to the vitriol I usually read) and Kytheria.
Geeze, it’s getting a little hot in here! I need to start writing poetry. Or just drag ~m@c~ along with me wherever I go that I can use the poet aura to my advantage…
I was in the forest, seaching for mandrake
I was so intent on my divining rod, I almost walked into her.
I looked up and saw a dress of black velvet, and a beautiful jade face
We sized eachother up, and muttered protective charms under our breath
One never knows how these meetings will go.
Finally I spoke
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
She smiled
“I’m very good at being very bad.”
Her voice was foxgloves, sweet and deadly
We talked of the weather
How there seemed to be more goblins than usual this year
Perhaps it was a trap
But who could resist such bait?
I looked into her eyes
They reminded me of the obsidian sphere talismans I use to call on Tezcatlipoca.
I told her just that.
Have you ever seen a beautiful green woman blush?
It makes her even more beautiful.
I gambled then.
I closed my eyes and leaned toward those emerald lips.
It could have been a ruse, a trap.
She could have sucked the life from my body.
It was no trap.
But she took my breath away.
The world was black and green and lips and hands and nothing else
Until the sun rose.
We parted then.
After making plans to meet the next night.
The sun cannot set soon enough.
If you liked that, I may write a sequel tenatively titled To Get To Second Base With A Witch.
See, that’s the point though. That’s the genius of it! Kant would say that I am using you as an end. But who listens to him anyway…
You inspire people (girls in this thread) to start getting kissy. I postulate that since I would be there at the same time I would recieve smooches. You are just a just my “smoochy-aura generator.”
I almost did it
You have to be careful around them I know her X.
He called her that once and she told him if she was that then he
must be what dates them.
I stop by for a visit from time to time,
says it’s not too bad.
He starts licking himself, and I gasp.
He just growls saying we’d all do it if we could.
Has way more female friends, but he’s starting to get nervous around the vet.
