A TOUCH OF POTIONS
Glass spires surrounded the city,
The traps dismantled.
Her city thrived victoriously through the darkest memory.
To others she appears to be :
Normal,
Long tresses,
Pale skin,
Tall and lean stature with
Violet eyes
She would seem very mundane.
As she tossed her hair from her brow
Oh so heavenly,
The morning light caught the highlight of her hair that left a sliver mark on her forehead.
She was anything but perfect.
Her wrath was magic,
Her terror was profound.
She resisted to give in till she couldn’t do more than shiver.
Her fingers trembled
Her bones rattled
As he called her and
That terrified her.
He touched her.
Warmth shot through her palm
And transversed along her arm
And left her body tingling.
And that’s when she knew love has come and she drank the city of love
© Zaf The Voodoo Queen
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