Charms of a woman have dethroned kings.
My witches are no different.
Their indifferent seductiveness draws in all men.
With their large curious eyes sparkling with excitement.
Half moon grins stretched across their pretty faces revealing pearly whites distracting you from their mischievous intentions.
I have witnessed men of both high and low status consumed by their wanton lust.
Their pitiful attempts to win my witches over forever baffles me in their stupidity.
As it seems only I can see the longing and vulnerability behind those wide eye stares.
Searching mine for the adventure and love they seek.
Smiles that turn to pouts in failure to charm their person of interest.
Unfiltered jealousy and rivalry amongst themselves.
Their attempts are all in vain.
Or so they think.
For unbenounced to my prideful, idiotic witches their charms do hit their mark.
Altogether with a different result.
For their innocent attempts at seduction were always met with cold unfeeling stares, short blunt responses and silence followed by curt remarks to show my frustration.
The only way a broken man can protect his bleeding heart from the charms of his witches.
