Black Magic Woman

by Maple Tree   May 13, 2017




When a song is playing; the one that takes you back....

To a place where being
unconscious would have
been a welcome mat for comfort.

Not enough alcohol -
A pack of smokes,
chipped nail polish
and his sourcery eyes....

Sent chills along deep corridors
of my mind.

Strangers talk in tounges
as satanic rituals dance
around silent whispers.

Another drink added to salty lips
allows me to become the black magic woman...

He wanted me to be.

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  • 7 months ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Nice spin on this classic rock tune.
    PPx

  • 7 months ago

    by Tony

    Recognized this instantly from the 70s contest.

  • 7 months ago

    by ddavidd

    I do not know about black sorcery but I sure like the black magic woman and alcohol. It is well crafted piece dear Andrea as always.

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