Kiss the witches: third breath

Breath as ice within my lungs, I hear the whispers.  I trace the words, I follow the scent of their splendor.  Unlock the doors, silk nightdress catches the handle.  I pause with hesitation.  My state of mind pretty as ever.  I hear their words dance from their mouths.  I wander into their woodlands.  I fall to my knees as they gather around me.  Hands upon my trembling body.  My fragile words startle them.  They guide me to comfort, protect me from harm. 

Delicious trance to capture the princess