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Fuc*ing Witch

I'm addicted to her flame
walking through a purple haze
hearing the sounds of creatures cackling
she reassures me
I'm invited to this fest
not so reassured I won't be the main course
mystic desires eliminating my rational thinking
once I feel her touch across my cheek
might as well be a fly stuck in her web

black locks down to her shapely bottom
a corset to accentuate her bust
she doesn't just choose anyone
it's almost as if I'm okay with tasting her poisonous kisses
but I truly can't resist
with each piece of clothing removed
I'm removed of my own free will
she straddles her spider legs around me
I'm hard as a rock
sunk deep between her ocean walls

when all is said and done
I'm used and abused
it's the best feeling heaven can't offer
no, this pleasure is straight from hell
a high that kills the mind and body
but she pays it no mind
she just laughs while she puts back on her clothing
like she finds it funny I won't stop thinking of her
a love potion straight from her bag of tricks