IncantationsA Poem by Dream WeaverFree 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 WeaverReviews
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