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Surrendering To The Calling Of The Night

Oh, you mighty Warlock, behind the glass of your reflective imprisonment
Are you thinking about the time I seduced you in your bed, of carnal bliss as you eased in an out my creamy paradise lassoing you in my silken merriment
Candles flickering upon the silhouettes of casted spooks and spells
I am the sorceress who gives fires to Hell
I reign in the sky, to sing the earth sweet lullabies
No matter where the Devil may dwell
Incantations you feverishly toss into the wind
Hoping to break that mirror for my power  
I will dispose of as the elements of Mother Nature I commend
My soul from the stars I lend
The savor of my flavor let the imagination drool from your mouth
Within the jungle the purring of my sacred passage is found once thrusting in and out the pleasure of my butter rum South

Are you feening for my taste to your lips
The mystique supernatural variance of my exalted gift
My thighs opening, mesmerizing your soul, scorching passion, hotter than your dark pit
Close your eyes, snap your fingers, and… mm substantiate the hunger of your vitality deep inside my dewy mist
Telling me it’s magically delicious as you capture my lips
Mm... taking you in inch by inch, my body coveting your ouroboros movements, losing your spirit inside me the closer you sink into the abuse of my lascivious bliss
My fingernails dragging up your spine, raking across your back
Indenting the tips in the heighten madness of radiating the sensations your loving packs
I am the voice that draws you out the sea
Your snout in pursuit of my honeyed craving needing to relish in the appease
My legs wrapping around your muscular physique
Sliding down the fountain of your hard lust  
Oh, sweet mercy... weakening my resistance with your upward thrusts
At ninety degrees
Buttocks squeezed, cupped
Bouncing me up and down on your throbbing need  
Waiting for the explosion of your integrating heat  
Stationing my back again the wall
A hasten lift, a tight grip to my wrists
Tonguing my skin, soaking your girth in my trickling rainfall
Mmm..hum the dominance of you takes all
Only to encase me back in the mirror with no chance of escape
What brings you to my shores of my castle, Warlock, wait
To see me naked in anticipate
On my knees giving in to the wishes of your fate
Shall I sit upon the throne of your face, and let my honey over your mouth softy adore
Sandwiching my breasts, gyrating, you like that amore
You crying to possess me for eternity as I give you more and more
Splish splash  
Closing my eyes, head bent back, your tongue inside my pinkish candyland taking a wet bath
I smell your greed for the sanity of my flesh in the shadows of the wind
Your reflection has turned you to what my senses cannot resend
Mm… upon the rise of the full moon
I shall by the rite of the raven soaring give you the melodies of Heaven’s Bassoon
Drainage your resistance as your heart unto me swoons
Angered paws prowling, saliva drips
Inhaling the air, you are closer as the winds tells me as they drift
Seeking high seeking low, through the jungle for the entwine of the greet
Upon the green bed of earth, you take me … let your hands, mouth upon my skin feast
Are you ready to surrender to the ecstasy of my sorceress’ power
Satisfying you as I moan, your echoing groans resonating in the deep forest past the midnight hour
Earth shaking as your palms embed in the soil
Energy transference now more powerful than the Succubus, the witch, and the sexy Jinn
Elation in jubilation I am the Empress of the night, within my arms the touch of royal
Sleep my handsome one
You will awaken by the arousal of the sun
From beast to man, you shall remain as you stand
You will recall thus night my scent you will search the four corners of the world to demand
Opening my eyes
Snatching the ringing phone up to my ear, silently asking myself why
Girl I been trying to call you
Elvira, I had a bad dream, the Warlock is coming after me as a werewolf and me, his immortal food
You zapped and left him in the mirror, right
Yes… yes… with all my chanting, with all my might
Thank goodness Halloween is coming soon
Girl, Count Dracula is having a Monster Ball and we got VIP passes, now smile, and do not rehash about any more doom or gloom
Yes, mother dearest…bye girl
Later Sweet Kitty
“I will find you, my sorceress...
I will search the globe until it takes my last breath”
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
I walk in the realm of the supernatural.

Benny Hinn
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