Pandora

Pandora opens up her box
Her scent rises in the air
Travels far and pours through locks
And wafts quickly up each stair

The village studs all catch a whiff
Their noses start to twitch
Dreaming dicks then turning stiff
To the aroma of fresh witch

Ceiling struck with streams of cum
Drip on waking wives
Who smack their spouses on the bum
Then dash off for kitchen knives

Pandora tries to break the spell
And sweetly shuts her thighs
But 'tis 2 a.m. and all is hell
So she just lies back and sighs...