Bewitched

(The spell)

In the craven cocoon of my own conservative shyness

I fast from the appetite for the opposite sex.

Betrayed by bitter beauty I’m dammed forever by hell’s hex.

Rigorous seizures devours reality leaving instant memories

of her horrid humanity haunting my heavy heart.

Illuminations exalted her beauty as the fairest array of art.

Her facial expression was imbued with such innocence,

beyond the angels comprehension and her pearly white smile

commanded cosmic attention.

Her skin was sculptured to god’s own mirror image of a goddess.

With every marveled motion her mountain bosoms

made Mother Nature modest.

Her features flavored the scenery with forbidden fruit,

and her mouth made music like a flute.

The stalking sun’s flare shined upon gold glitter

in her silky strand of hairs.

The ray of colors in her eyes formed a rainbow

going up heaven’s stairs.

All the wildernesses’ extravagance appeared to be subjects

to her royal blood.

Ranting angels were envious to whom everyone, already loved.

One glimpse in this princess’s passionate pupils was like,

peering into the looking glass to heaven’s divine kingdom?
The wizardry of her emotions determined the weather

for my day’s outcome.

Cupid’s arrow alluringly anointed me with absolute amour,

for her adorably angelic aspects.

Our faith’s phenomenal fairytale finally formed

from the time our paths’ began to intersect.

She expressed much condolence to one whose life span

has been shackled in solitude.

Crowned royalty by our incredible connection

I rejoiced in a new majestic mood.

(Black Hole)

She impeccably appealed with black hole charisma

that would indeed infatuate any fellow.

Believed to be caught in a wedding web of my soulmate,

I found the motive of her intentions were shallow.

She was a magical maiden which mastered

the ministry of manipulation.

Took in by fools gold, I relied my soul survival

on the scale of her satisfaction.

Her eternally elegant face gestures granted her any goal,

generally generated by her gender.

Helplessly seduced to perfection I was trustingly chained

to the commands of this pretender.

Devastatingly deceived dishearteningly by my dearly beloved dream; the diagnose dire dilemma showed Satan’s sinister scheme.

I’m in dire need of refuge now undraped of all my garments.

She plundered my personal possessions

and left my heart ravished in broken segments.

“Why must I feast on the flesh only to throttle on the bones.”

“Next time I will halt to hail my hormones!!!!”