Eily Nash
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
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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
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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
