Incantations

Incantations

A Poem by Dream Weaver

Free me from my inner demons who

cheerfully gnaw at my soul, acerbate in

my delusions opposed to self-control

I am all that I shall ever be.

 

No holy incantations, vice verses virtue’s,

soon to be a sinner among imaginary saint’s.

I worship my lustful behavior, though

many disagree when threatened with

morality.

 

I cannot and will not violate your space

unless you invite me to do so. The pungent

aroma of sensual arousal gives me the go

ahead to relieve you of what you and I

require.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free from my demons but no closer to a

saint, I will entice you as you’ve enticed me.

I am your salvation as you are my fuel, a fuel

that burns hotter longer vividly intense.

 

Will you lay down your arms, be free of all

inhibitions. Only then shall you express

what it is to truly be free.

© 2010 Dream Weaver


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This is great. It expresses that of your soul. Amazing write dear.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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...
. wow! ... a rather enthralling celebration of absolutely everything that a commoner like me refers to as life ... what a scintillating read! ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


Well, damn this is hot, and that picture....it sizzles...LOL!
This is sinfully evil, yet delicious at the same time.
We are tempted everyday...some good, some bad...I wonder
which one you'll choose LOL!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


To truely be free... and then what? is not freedom just another flavor of emptiness?

Ahhh,
but trap me in your fire and take my soul, relieve me of what you and I require... salvation is harder than you think.... and i will be your moon if you my star...
Poetry aside... I like this piece... comes from a true sense of who you are;
true self expression without inhibition!
~♥~


Posted 14 Years Ago


This is such a fiery, raw, true, sensual piece of writing. There is an inner demon in all of us breathing venom, feisty flesh and crimson blood every passing day. It continues to entice us every now and then, and what you continue to be in spite of its incantations brings you true salvation. There is no real salvation without fuel, whether or not imaginary saints amongst us proclaim it or not. Freedom originates from enticement, salvation is borne out of lust. Live a zestful, worthy, lustful life, but a truthful one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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wow that was hot! Your on fire!! Some really memorable lines 'pungent
aroma of sensual arousal ' it is a clever use of words because creates a feeling of disgust! then followed by sensual changes the feel to something soft and pure..clever ...


Posted 14 Years Ago


You must be looking at some other pic Sara,
or you're smoking something funny..That's
a crimson Devil...give me what you're on...

Posted 14 Years Ago


I am somewhat confused by the picture in this piece. The man is black and the female is white. This is not accurate. It's supposed to be the other way round. Sorry I'm such a nit-picking spiritualist ... lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


this was simply amazing.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Dream Weaver
Dream Weaver

Paradise, FL



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