Mm.. The Alluring Seduction Of Luna Softly Kissed By Nyx

I am no witch  
My Haitian blood rites I am much higher, I am the gift    
The Moon and the Sun, blending souls laid in the creation to become the blood sacrament, giving unto wind the calling of a wish    
Veiled enchantress, sorcery to appease, until the feeling of obscure leads me    
Love potion to set your loins free in the enticement of my tease    
Spoken primordial dialects, chants to Immortalize the fragile soul    
Unto my bosom, to heal, or console    
   
Where thoughts are coveted unto Pharaohs, Kings, Dukes, a Concubine entwined on a bed of heather with a Sire    
The Moth has burned in the alluring of my dancing fire    
Unto flames, my flesh, addictive, like soothing passionate renewed as a rising Phoenix in my hot molten desires    
Some have attempted to figure out my cosmic quiet mysteries    
The deity I serve gives me the key to unlock ancient histories    
Windowing my soul as I sit upon the universal throne    
The battle of evil and good, by right, I atone    
Balancing out with my flair to instill where lust caters to its own    
Incantations to trance the state of the mind you feel the ache of me in your loins, without making a sound… mm... my Creole thighs parted, generations of ancestral pilgrimage of greatness have stood, here today, singing Mother Earth’s nightly songs    
   
Tender love lashes breezing over your skin    
None alike me as your loins slide deep within    
The warm breath of my ether upon your lips    
Soaring higher into the cosmic eternity upon each thrusting in and out slip    
The flow of my whispers, delve really close, hidden words, spells spilling forth through the sublime    
Sweet myrrh of my breath, lavender in my scent, seductively making you mine    
   
Fixating you, in the quest of dark    
Pampering your intellect, indulging your heart is a beautiful kaleidoscope of art    
Love bites deeply rooted in your neck    
Come closer mankind, I do not chase, once bitten to keep you hard, my sacred passage gloving in the hunt, my scent upon the victor finds me creamy in anticipation, pinkish in the elude, you got me wet    
Mm… feening for my delicate hands all over your temple, needing in the want of what comes next    
Is it the spell, or have you been softy hexed    
You want me willing, in my bed, ripping off my lacy attire in heat    
My lacy entice you sniff in the alluring color of red as our bodies in carnal pleasure greet upon rose petal sheets    
   
The moon you feel as you grind into the sunkiness of my feverish touch    
Your lips blanketing mine, the hunger to dominate me while bathing in the creaminess of my ecstasy’s lush    
Arms above my head, imprisoning me, groaning for the rainfall of that hasten gush    
   
Flavored    
Savored    
   
Taking your mind, cloaking your body, my sacrifice unto the altar of the fifth power    
In the mist of consuming your width inch by inch, we call out in gratification in the darkest hour    
Blending the silhouette of our elicit souls, destiny we patrol    
Liquidating of my words, mingled with yours    
Giving you a taste of my illicit honey as it pours    
   
The thirst of cravings from your skin reeking    
One touch of my passion, into your ear, twisted tongues have surrendered merged sentiments when speaking    
We own the night, until the souls we atrial travel, pleasing to dawns early light    
Where vibrations glamourize you from afar    
Inhabitants, my you see, feel my sultriness in the skies outlined by the stars    
Nyx, Luna we covet those eight planets when aligned, holding the key to the earth and beyond Venus and Mars    
Do not attempt to seduce with the heart what you could never understand when entrenched in my sexual demand    
The Mistress of the night, who holds your deviations in the palms of my hand    
Once hard and throbbing, now you are under my command    
   
I am pure sex, no matter where I lay, roam, or stand    
Temptation to the cauldron stirs the pheromones, the aroma attracts the common man    
Mm... Who am I?    
Fantasy in the word where upon my flesh we lay, silkiness in the sensations found between the abyss of my thighs