Scripted Sorceress

To be somewhere
 reciting a poem

To be somewhere
spilling myself
wet and warm
on the floor
of some stage
or in some
Coffee House Cafe

To hold the listeners
ears in my mouth

To lay bare
there before
a gazing crowd
~My Soul~

To share if only briefly
the world through my skin

A temporary release
of everything
I’ve been
holding in

For far too long

To paint the air
in raging red
and passionate
purple hues

Joy has so
many shades
let’s not forget
heartbreaks blues

To do what I’ve been
waiting to do my whole life

Which is peel off
these clothes
and this soul
confining skin

And the clinging
words trapped
within a mind

That was
never meant
to be held
in captivity
 
I gotta let
my soul
fly free

To bring you
the imagery
that defines
my inner self

Sleek and sensual

A Soul bred from
immortal poetic wombs

My blue skin
turning purple...
BLUSHING

While dark ink
lights reflect
hedonistic
beams

My salacious speech so refined
colossal constellations bow
at my feet

My Geometry
keeps them cumming

As I dematerialize
in between their thighs

Riding raw
explosive ending

Interpretation

Facial space

Sky breathlessness

Suction air

Weightlessness

A metaphoric
scripted
Sorceress

See they prefer my pages
dripping with sex
and erotically
laced ink

They need to inhale
its spell binding
fragrance

My words are my essence

I'm a Maiden of the Night

Bourgeois in my beguilement

That’s what I see
when I look at myself

Not to be conceited
but to accept
everything
that I am

And regardless
of the current standard
name it all superb

To share it all with you
to be vulnerable

To be visible

To create here
around me
in this space
a Fortress

A glass Camelot
brave and proud

To tell the truth about Love

The exhilaration the crashes and
the maze you trap your mind in
searching for the exit

Is there anybody listening ?

I still believe in
romance and knights
in shining armor

Who carry battle scars
like badges of honor
across their hearts

I believe in love at first sight
and placing forgiveness
in deep scars
to encourage
healing

But always holding
in the evidence of that scar
the need for the forgiveness
in order to not press repeat ...

To be coy
to purrrrr

To share my
naughty little secret
of returning
passion

To whisper about
the heated nights
 spent alone

Self Satisfaction
is soo0oo0 gratifying
why not cum out loud

Withering on rumpled sheets
just my fantasies and me

To say how those same
fantasies help me to
maintain peace

Between my thighs
until the one
The Creator
deems man
enough to
Cool me down
arrives

To be proud of how
far we’ve come

Me
and my
heart

Still believing
in fairy tales
and living boldly
to the beat of
my inner song

To lose myself
in the delivery

To find myself
again in the flow

Let it carry me
back to the stage

Pulse racing
breathing staccato

Not to be afraid
not to be angry
or confused

But be at peace

To be a poet

To be
the beat
of words

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

bourgeois - a self-confessed and proud person

staccato - is a form of musical articulation signifying an unconnected note which is short and detached It has been used in musical notation since the early 18th century Staccato is the Italian word meaning "detached"

CN4PE-P15P4-PYRL7

I dont like the title I may change it yet again lol any suggestions?

Reviews

[Lost]

Holy s**t! That's the best poem I've read in some while...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Yeah, I can see why you have so many fans. You love your art so much that can't help but inspire others. Nice job, and I like the title.

[Muse]

drooling...dripping with ink and envy.

Pulse racing
breathing staccato

Nice!

[hopelessromantic]

i love this poem

[Lily Mae]

:D I love it as I do all your work.. It's a masterpiece of you.. I felt your essence melt down the page..xo

[patricia]

a glass Camelot brave and proud....beautiful

to be proud of how far we've come
me and my heart

these were my favourite lines. I was thinking earlier...The thing about reviewing you is ...the reviewer gets cornered into self revelations too...you are spilling us all over the paper too! Clever girl. Thankyou.

[Tamia123]

The title is fine :) And this is such a beautiful and descritive poem!! Love, Love, Love it!

[Manda]

1. the title is perfect, don't change it 2. The self confession is what I liked most about it. I do, however, feel like you could have elaborated more on the "confessional part" and around the "My geometry..." i feel like that's when It took it's sexual, sensual turn and I almost wanted you to just stick to the fact that you wanted to share your poetry and that innocent desire for the coffeehouse and the ink. I'm not saying i didn't like it because I could really imagine you reciting it to me, but I think it would be a little more powerful if it had, I guess you could say, stay on topic? Hope I don't sound harsh, since I love your work :)

[MAC]

love the title and the poem. excellent write