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Wiccan whispers dark dreams to bright fears
mingled in the charcoal streaked tracks of her tears
sadness, desire, the intense red passion of lust
blood stained splatters bear witness upon her bust
those burgeoning breasts barely restraining
tempting you down to quench your craving

On this grim night of dark pagan worship, beset by wild dark thoughts bewitching and wicked, a gothic trance leads your spirit past the pentagram to the deep décolletage; she is mesmerizing, she is enthralling, she is enchanting - and I am lost, oh yes, and also found...