Razor Tongue (Dipped in poison)

Razor tongue - Dipped in poison

My tongue is sharp as the razor, it was dipped in poison as well
My mind is battling to lay the final word and guarded to the bone.
I battle to accept that you are another creature.
My defence is my trusty and my saviour is my guard.
Please believe me, I am trying my hardest to change.
Patience has never been my virtue nor has tolerance.

The other me is struggling to hurt you,
rip you to shreds until there is nothing remaining.
To bite you, strike you and leave you to bleed every drop of you out.
The other me is opening caring arms
to keep you safe from the agony of life, love you with every fibre in me
and caress you for all time.
Yet my tongue is sharp as razor and it goes well with my running mind.

Kiss me, darling and taste the bittersweet poison with my blood.
Kiss me, darling and taste the bittersweet.

My one hand is holding you by the throat, ready to slit it in half
whilst my other hand is gently touching your dreams.
My eyes look at you with the devils glimpse yet innocent as few.
My hands has built a guard to keep you out and to keep me in.
My legs has taken me too far for me to ever return, to your sane world
Please believe me, I am trying my hardest to change.
Patience has never been my virtue nor has tolerance.

Up and down I will lick you, leaving marks of The Precious One
Razor tongue, dipped in poison.
Up and down I will kiss you, leaving marks of The Precious One
Razor tongue, dipped in poison.

Madeleine Ekensteen
2003-02-10

My Witches Tail

I am currently writing a book I call "My Witches Tail". This title,
which might seem a bit odd to some,
serves more than one meaning in itself.
Tail as in, tis something that follows me through my life,
always here with me.
Tale as for I have something to tell.
I have a story to tell :)

If you are interested in knowing more
about about my tail, feel free to email me
and enter the subject "Witches Tail".

Witches Purr

Upon thy mortal heart lays now the entwining spell of incantation
for the whispers flown by the charms of the winds of infatuation
T'was the magnificant resemblance of the mighty Deja Vu
The witch is not blind; I already knew.

Thee saw the witch arrive that gentle night with thy illumination
Fluorescent shimmer in thy eye unveiled thy admiration
As we have only fluently this journey begun
Look closer, dear; Shall we leave inevitability undone?

Hollow shallow moon shimmered me the vision yet I am bemused
Twirling twisting radically; I emphasize misused
Dimmerly visions, accuratly precise
Yet not the mistaken once, though the second twice.

One will realise where the resemblance of what were
When in the silent night the winds carry the witches purr