She was a witch, here is part two of the story - - -

 
OK, now, it is approaching a year later      
     
Autumn equinox, if it matters      
     
Strange as it seems, I had forgotten      
All of it      
Every bit of it      
     
But now      
Day by day      
Bit by bit      
     
It was coming back      
Anyway, most if it      
     
First thing I remembered, was her email last October 1st.      
Asking me  - - -      
     
Would I?            
Could I?            
Maybe?            
Join her for a "little" celebration/ceremony on the 31st?            
     
I remembered the meadow      
Candles      
Blood red wine      
Star shaped white silk cloth spread on the ground      
Knives      
     
Wine sipping      
Ceremonial stripping      
     
Shivering      
Dizziness      
Caressing      
Her erect nipples      
My erectness      
     
Wetness running down her legs      
Tinted with her blood      
     
I didn't remember      
Lighting the candles      
     
Lying down in the pentagram      
Her body splayed to the pentagram's points      
     
Entering her      
Lying motionless      
Waiting for an unseen clock to begin to strike      
     
Thrusting to the strikes of that clock      
     
Or, rather, I remembered the first thrust      
     
And, then awakening in my bed back home a thousand miles north of her      
     
Those were my memories, such as they were      
     
And then, on this October 1st      
An email appeared      
Short      
Five words      
A command      
     
Be here      
On the 31st      
     
No opening greeting      
No closing note      
No signature      
     
Just those five words      
     
As I write this      
I am on the plane      
To Austin      
     
It is, of course,      
The 31st      
     
Those five words were a command that controlled me to my very core      
     
I, quite literally, could not, not be on that plane to Austin      
     
A car pulled up in front of me at Passenger Pick-Up      
The door swing open      
A voice --deeper and richer than I remembered      
said, "Get in"      
     
As she drove in silence, I stared. I barely recognized her      
Longer hair, red so dark it was nearly black, hid most of her face      
Breasts, my god, I am certain I would have remembered those      
Pearl white skin that nearly glowed      
Cleavage that showed the edge of her nipples      
Her dress, also a deep, dark, almost black shade of red,      
Flowed and hugged her body as if it were a layer of skin      
Her arms were covered with lace sleeves down to her fingers      
Her nails were polished that same shade of red/black      
The dress was slit up to above her waist      
A tunic held with a silver chain just under her breasts      
And, yet, the fabric stayed close to her body      
Except, that as she drove, her movements      
Bared her leg      
As if the fabric willed it so      
Showing, the tunic was all she wore      
Showing also,      
Pearl white glowing skin and a glimpse of red/black hair      
     
I had an instant erection      
A painful one at that      
Pain in my balls      
     
The ride may have been long or maybe it was short      
I can't really say      
     
We arrived at a familiar meadow surrounded by trees      
     
In the full moon light, I could see that      
In its center was already spread a white silk star shaped cloth      
     
I glanced at her      
That deeper, richer voice said      
"It is still here      
From last year      
Waiting for us      
To finish      
what we started      
a year ago"      
     
So, the cloth was last year's cloth      
still spread      
and waiting for us      
To finish,      
What?      
     
She added      
"Your flight was late      
It's almost time      
Get ready      
Quickly"      
     
I stood frozen      
Her red/black tunic flowed off of her      
without any effort on her part      
and pooled at her feet      
She looked at me      
And screamed      
"Now!"      
     
I slowly reached to unbutton my shirt      
She ripped it off of me      
My t-shirt too      
     
     
I don't remember removing      
or her removing my      
shoes      
socks      
pants      
or briefs      
     
But the shredded pile made it clear      
How quickly it had happened      
     
Both of us naked      
Her nipples erect      
My penis painfully so      
She was already wet      
I could see droplets glistening in her hair      
Dampening the inside of her thighs      
     
"Lay down      
On your back      
Spread to the pentagram      
Like I was last year      
This time, I'm on top      
Hurry      
Please hurry"      
     
I looked at the cloth      
Knives at the points of the star      
Candles burning at the joints of the star --points of the pentagram      
Who lit them?      
     
She shoved me on to the cloth and down to my knees      
     
"On your back.    
Now.  
Please!"      
     
Tears were in her eyes      
     
I rolled over and spread myself out      
Open, exposed to her      
Penis pointed to the sky      
     
She knelt between my legs      
Bent over      
Touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of my penis      
And slid her mouth down so that all of me was in her mouth      
Deep enough that some of me was down her throat      
As much of hurry as she seemed to be in      
She took her time moving me in and out of her mouth      
Down her throat      
Once      
Twice      
Thrice      
Until I was squirming      
And the strokes reached      
Thirteen      
     
As she pulled back from that thirteen stroke      
She leaned forward      
Her hands reached toward my chest      
Simultaneously      
Using the nails of her left hand on my right nipple      
Her right thumb and forefinger on my left nipple      
She pinched, pulled, twisted, and lifted      
Pain caused me to gasp      
And buck my hips forcefully upward      
     
She had positioned herself perfectly      
The force of my upward movement      
Driving my dick so deeply into her cunt that the slamming pain      
Of our pubic bones coming together      
Caused us to jerk nearly apart      
     
The clock struck one      
     
Nearly apart, but not completely so      
     
Her mouth smashed against mine      
Her hands left my nipples      
She was flat, splayed against me      
     
As the clock struck a second time      
So too did our pubic bones      
Although the pain this second time      
Matched the first      
It had a kind of ---      
"I want more"      
Obscene sexual pleasure to it      
     
With each of ten more strokes      
Of the clock      
And,      
Of my dick in her pussy      
That obscene pleasure grew      
     
With it      
Grew a low sort of growl      
First in her throat      
Then in mine      
Mine deeper than hers      
More lustfully, loathsomely, raunchy      
Decidedly more male than hers could ever be      
     
Our mouths still locked      
Our tongues raw from each other's teeth      
Our fingers nearly crushed      
With the force of their interlocking grip      
Our legs twisted and twined around each other      
     
And our pelvis bones bruised from battering      
Driving      
Crushing      
Mashing  
Smashing  
Against each other      
     
While my cock squished      
Drove      
Slammed      
Smashed      
In and out      
Of her cunt      
Beating on each stroke against her cervix      
With what must have been excruciating pain for her      
     
It certainly wasn't love      
It wasn't even sex, exactly      
     
The clock counted off      
We keep perfect time      
     
It was number twelve we were frantically      
Frenziedly      
Violently      
Approaching      
     
The clock struck twelve      
Our bodies released      
Her cunt contracted so tightly      
I cried in pain      
My cock delivered so forcefully      
She gasped at the flood      
Her contractions, milked me of everything my body had to give      
My discharge seemed to have filled her      
So that as my penis relaxed inside of her      
A large wet spot grew beneath me on the cloth      
A spot tinted pink with the blood of the violence done to our      
Pelvises      
Genitals      
     
A seeming moment later      
I awoke in my bed a thousand miles north of Austin      
     
This time      
I remembered      
     
As I got out of bed      
Glanced at the mirror      
I noticed      
A deep red/black bruise showing through my dried cum matted pubic hair      
My dick, still red and swollen from its recent violent use      
Swollen nipples with red, bloody nail marks      
And pearl white skin      
     
On the floor      
Curling about my feet      
A pooled red/black cloth      
Seemed to be climbing my legs      
     
I also noticed      
On my swollen lips      
A smile      
     
All this seen through eyes      
Whose pupils were more cat shaped than round    
     
     
This group of interrelated poems now has reached six.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/73509-she-was-a-witch-for-the-halloween/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/131827-she-was-a-witch-here-is-part-two-of-the/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/152515-t-was-a-bloody-drink-to-please-hell/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181254-she-was-a-witch----part-three/

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/240717-equinox/