NaPoWriMo DAY 11

NaPoWriMo Poem 11

Nicole Maye

Her strawberry blonde hair,
artist fau pax,
a wiccan master;
she gazed dreamily at me.

Complemented the colors of my face
asking me to model for her,
inquiring about my exotic beauty
curious about my inner soul.

Her studio greeted our encounters,
posing under candle lights
my nakedness reaveled
no inhibitions, only desires.

My body revealing
my intrinsic needs;
her inquisitiveness awoke me,
she was concentrated only on my existence.

Rituals of sex and magic,
after the posing,
after the portrait,
dedications to ourselves.

Rituals of sex and magic,
blessing our cunts
under the moon spell
forever ignited under the black flame.