~The Witching Hour~
Burn my desires with those big pagan eyes,
I’ll lay you down in the pentagram circle, and sate your sighs,
Your moans are like a drug, your orgasm will soar,
Tonight I enter your spirit; you will truly see me and want more,
The candlelight will flicker upon your pale skin,
Your nails will claw at me, teasing to take me further in,
My tongue will write all my secrets upon your quim,
Feel the every movement of my deep hymn,
Our bodies moving to dark music,
My body is yours, take it… and use it,
Joining under the stars, within the cold bite of the moon,
My soul will pour out for you, but not too soon,
Your eyes penetrate so deeply, as will I,
I’ll take you to the very edge, but you will not die,
We are creatures, who move in different ways,
Your body commands my erection, and it obeys,
These hands will grab at your thighs and breasts,
I’ll make your body shake like a woman possessed,
Its ancient magick that our bodies make,
My desires are building and ready for you to take,
There’s no trick in this lover’s sexual dance,
Only a treat that will put you in my heated trance,
The owls will hoot, and the wolves will howl,
It’s the witching hour… and you are mine now.
By Darren J Lamb
