CRAVING FOR MAGIC

Originally posted on Mum C writes:

Sweet sensational pangs

Hold my being and hangs

Twisting my heart and lungs

Showing their powers and fangs

My passion’s head is in their fangs as they bang

Making it forget the song that sanity sang

When it once fell into hands of cruel boiling gangs

II

I swear I want to feel like Ana Steel

Under the whip of Christian’s chill

As passion burns as insanities steal

As fear holds a quill when fulfilments thrill

But none does seem to get the feel

Let alone to make a deal

Let alone to think to heal

So I am strapped in fantasy which promises to kill

III

I need the bearer of the ray

Burning from mad Cupid’s sun’s say

To meet my acquaintance and beg to stay

To make everyday my best sun’s day

Whether there be mud or chattering hay

To help me breathe in all my lays

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