So' have you ever met a witch,
And no not the ones who wear pointy hats and carry brooms sticks.
The one who skin is cold as ice and gives you goosebumps every time she touches your flesh.
Her eyes burn fire and warm your heart' and your body feels like it might erupt.
She'll dance around you and laugh and sing.
Like she worships you' sacrfies you and  heals you all at once.
And when it comes time for love making'
when the moon reaches it highest peak in the sky.
She focuses souly on you,
She grazes your hair
She touches your lips
Her cold hands flow down your body like moutain water.
And smokes where your fire burns.
She releases your pain'
she feels you pain.
She holds your pain
She comforts your pain
She heals your pain.
Then she makes love to your mended heart.