Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Magic Spell
Desperately
she casts her spell,
weaving an earthy feminine magic
filled with the
fire of desire and the
icy fingers of jealousy
mixed with the
breathy moans of passion,
that she may
place her hold over him
so that he may never
walk away unscathed.
Never
hold another again
without her
before his eyes.
Where even the thought of her
causes the sensation of
a silken touch.
Her magical fingers
caressing
his feverish skin.
Images dancing
across his vision.
Memories conjured
without warning.
She calls his name
and he follows her summons
as if possessed.
Unseen strings
controlling his body.
Her softly spoken spell
wrapping around him,
coursing through him,
infesting him.
Becoming a part of him.
Blood turning molten
at the purr of her voice
or the stroke of her pen.
He becomes a slave to her:
obeying her every whim;
stroking her every need;
satisfying her every want.
©️tara caribou – 2017
12 Comments on “Magic Spell”
Raw Earth Ink 
Awesome. I could feel the magic and the passion.
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Thank you
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Well written I’m getting you now
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Is that a good thing, getting me??
But thank you.
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Sounds like she’s in control
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Great, I have been magic-ed.
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Ha! Knowledge is power?? lol
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But, yeah, your comment made me smile, so thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
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Long, long ago, I conceived a simple desire to someday come to know a simple caribou roaming the wilderness with a free spirit. I see at last the gods themselves have granted my desire, and I now prepared to pass the remainder of my days in contentment.
Was it your intent to capture the evils of possessiveness and revenge. For you have vividly caged them, made them zoo beasts that nevertheless still have the power to terrify visitors.
Thank you for sharing this. I was shuddering too much to enjoy it, a testament to your skills.
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Paul, I loved your response to this poem. I hope you stick around for more dark love poetry and strange stories. 😊
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Thanks for the invite. It’s been a long time since I’ve been invited to a party and that one didn’t turn out well for me. My best man said my decision to return his toast by lecturing my wedding guests on the Epistemology of Carnal Knowledge was “numbing” and “irresponsible”.
But I’ll probably take you up on your offer to visit your blog frequently. I usually don’t subscribe to blogs (too many emails) but I bookmark the ones I like and then cycle through them all two to three times a week whether or not I’m invited to do so or not. Thanks again!
You’re stock just plummeted, you know.
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Haha. Deal. (PS: you can turn off the email thing, lol – I do 😉)
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