That magik spell is cast
Twisting a move on me
Moving so fast
Penetrating my ebony,
Deep down marrow deep
Bones, tissues and mentals are effected
Inclining on a uphill steep
Enchanted potion is fed,
To my NUBIAN soul
No longer shaking cold
Warmed fully in her BLACK HOLE
Within her inescapable hold
As only the enchantress can do
For her magiks are powerful voodoo
Painting in a beautiful umber hue
Canvassing my being thru & thu
Caught up in her spells
She is residing in my cells
Because now I know what’s real
Feel what I feel
As only I can feel
What she does is fill
My feet “On a long walk”
Like the great Scott, Ms JILL.