Eily Nash
Who is to blame
When passion’s flame
Begins to wane
Who will remember
The glowing embers
Of this Lovers game
In the ashes and dust
Of burnt out lust?
Eily Nash~2019
Ashes of Love
lust
Tumultuous Waves
Sardinian seashore Courtesy of Jennifer Norman
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Call of the Moon
“An it harm none, do as thou wilt”
When the grapefruit moon is ripe and full
Then you will feel Selene’s power and pull
Summoned by her words within your head
The sensual Sorceress calls you to her bed
Thrice she has conjured magic and charms
Four will never be, twill will cause you harm
Forget now loving deeds that are long done
Take heed, forget or you’ll become undone
The spell is broken, The Lady sets you free
Her bewitched Love, find your own destiny
✨ Blessed Be ✨
🌙Eily Nash~2019 💫
Beautiful image from Pixabay🖤
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Aching Hunger
Fantasy Or Reality
She Devil
What Demon’s work is this game?
She Devil! stoking passion’s flame
Delicious, decadently dancing fiend
In the burning caverns of my mind
Beneath a guilty moon and soulful sky
You lead me into delightful sin, why?
Your hungry lips insatiable on my skin
I must resist your touch, cannot give in
Your body sways, taunting me, teasing
Your form is luscious, and so pleasing
Sensuous, beguiling, alluring temptation
Where is the Priest to perform rites of purgation
I am lost to darkness and a creature of night
Succubus, forged from perdition and infernal light
The fires of hell may consume my eternal soul
With you, my demon lover, I am healed and whole
© Eily Nash ~ 2019
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Dark Heart of Night
Darkness falls.
The witching hour calls.
That which has been constrained by chains of day, is unleashed into the dark heart of night.
Born of a thousand stars and the fires of hell. She is incandescent, infernal Light.
In dreams she comes to you. Invades your thoughts, willingly you invite her into your bed. Excited by a demon lover, your body enflamed by her touch. You succumb to her dark charms.
There is no escape from that which has been made manifest by your own deep, dark desires.
Pray for the light of dawn and breaking of the day, lest the Succubus feeds her voracious hunger, devours your heart and carries your very soul away to be consumed in flames of the endless abyss.
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Into The Night
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Dark Charms
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Twin Flame 🔥
Just the mention of her name
Smoldering embers of desire
Ignite into a raging red hot fire
The power of your Twin Flame
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️
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FALLEN ANGEL
Lady of Light, Lady of Night
The Lady beguiles you
Intrigued you draw near
She is a paradox
Of Light and Dark
Kissed by golden sunlight
And the midnight hour
Of black witchcraft
★☆★☆★
She is both heavenly Angel
And a hellfire Demon
If you wish to know her
Please proceed carefully
For what you think you see
May just be enchantment
For nothing is as it truly seems
Life a dream within a dream
★☆★☆★
Dare beckon her at the witching hour
You summoned, now feel her power
No longer in control
Lost to lust and love
Beguiled by Beauty
Bewitched by Spell craft
★☆★☆★
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The Summoning
The Lady beckons to you beguilingly. Obsidian eyes, flashing danger and delight. Her smile, enigmatic, promising delicious secrets to be shared. Tresses of sun kissed silken strands of gold, a river flowing down her innocent back. Mixed messages carried on an air of danger. Fascinated, intrigued you draw near.
She is an enigmatic paradox, formed from Light and Dark. Blessed by sunlight’s golden rays and kissed by the midnight hour, black magick and the devil’s claw. Heavenly Angel, hellfire Demon.Was her Soul star born in the fiery firmaments above or forged somewhere north of Midnight?
Her essence envelopes you. She is not physically there, yet she is everywhere. On your skin, in your mind, you feel her Presence. Bringing both delights and torments. You love her. You hate her. Want her and need her, repulsed at meeting the devil within fearing possession you push her away.
Is she a Succubus, or a figment of fragmented wanton lust rampaging through the caverns of your ravaged mind? Or is she a witch, adept at the Dark Arts and enchantment has placed you under her eternal spell? ✨
© Eily Nash~ 2019
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The Precipice
The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.
Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.
Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.
Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.
Eily Nash ~2019
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Drunk on Love
Night ends with
A kiss, a promise
You have gone
Your sensuous scent
Lingers on my skin
Leaving me Intoxicated
Drunk on Love for you …
© Eily Nash
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IN TOO DEEP
Laying down his head to sleep
Knew he was in far too deep
He met her on the field of dreams
Where nothing is as it truly seems
Infatuation, love, lust and insanity
Was she for real or just a fantasy
Day tried to steal night’s magic away
She danced in his mind, work and play
Waiting for the witching Midnight hour
To cast the spell of love’s magic power
© Eily Nash
