The Spell on Your Brass Knocker

Valleys of galaxies spin infinitely in the revolving glass door,
Towers stairway appears crumbling, platforms of drifting dust,
Open the doorway to the perceptions  flitting through your mind,
Desire driven by the impatient consuming passion of the fires below,
Lacey corset parts to reveal the bosom of the maiden for fair....virtuous,
Her eyes glow with the dying, burning embers buried deep within,
Hair like the finest of spun gold, flowing off her shoulders like water,
Cheeks rosey-red with the innocent blush of heartfelt anticipation,
Her sacred flower remains untouched, her center is still pure...moist,
She is fighting the animalistic urges knocking at her door,
Is it worth the wait, or should she follow the magnetic impulse?
Forgotten stares and forgiven glances upon her bodice; scarlet red with a milky white outline,
She lifts her eyes to gaze into the vacuum vortex of her demon lover,
The witches apprentice instructed that she do much more, devious....
Caress of phantom kisses press upon her juicy, wet lips,
The alter has been prepared for the unholy union of blood magick,
The Bastard child conceived by her dark master awaits to conquer,
She knows that her soul will burn eternaly, as she takes the leap of fate,
Pleasure exquisite, feeling the powerful sensations vibrating the recesses of her skull,
Moaning in ecstacy, breathless pants of imagined penetration, soft breasts heaving,
The damnable seed has been planted to fulfill the ancient decree.