Senses
Bitter is the taste,
Your nectar gives,
Upon my cheek and mouth.
So syrupy and sweet,
To touch, to kiss,
Along your bearded lips.
As mine are salty,
A tear upon your cheek,
Dripping slowly,
Across your crown,
A king in any sense.
And I, a witch,
To cast a spell,
Manipulate your heart,
Until it crumbles,
Turns to stone,
And makes a dying sound.
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