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day 13… Ok so the prompt from NaPoWriMo.net. is about magic. Could be good, bad, ugly, or any combo of all that and then some.
The thing is for me Is, I’m pretty much thinking’ it’s all magical in around me and thus, whether it seems so, I’m busy feeling and writing about everyday magic anyway. There’s magic, mystery, wonder, phenom, grooving around us all the time. It takes noticing it. It takes feeling it and moving with it.
I suppose, it depends on your definition of ‘magic’. There are as many definitions as there are people who want to define it. The ‘taking for granted’ of breathing, speaking, and your heart beating, your mind grasping the roll of words strung together in some sort of sense, doesn’t seem magical, doesn’t seem much of a wonder. And, there it is… incredibly awesome, stunningly wondrous.
Her Magic
Her breath is a sweet caress on my skin
The press of her nakedness to mine
speeds our heart’s beat together
Stirs my every cell
Awakens me to the mystery of Love
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I feel a gasp, a desire with her finger tips
soft, slow, hard, deep, tender, aching
I pray her whispers of Love will never
cease, and that the breath of her will
be of my soul’s infinity
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I fill my senses with her scent
The taste of her is honey and frangipani
Swimming in her eyes is a deep
dive, into the darkest emerald sea
Oh, to let her Siren call have all of me
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What else can it be call but magic
A wonder, a mystery, a phenom
stirred together in the cauldron
of my womb and heart
A witches brew of elements
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A perfect blend of love’s desire
This creative brew of Alchemy
The unlikely, stirred into the
improbable, a mystery held
in the heart of Infinity
