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Falling Under A Handsome Warlock’s Revenge

From the breeze let my voice sail to the ears  
My comrades of my brotherhood, the wizard, the sorcerer the cosmic found in three  
The bewitching sorceress has confined me in the mirror of eternity  
Give me liberty from within the death of this hallowed meditative cell  
I need the chains to be broken from her alluring spell  
And just like that smoke swirled around my feet  
Give me powers Black Panther of the universe to stalk her scent like a hungry wolf, devouring her existence after siphoning her like a hungry beast  
  
Warlock supremacy rules once again  
No more invocations shall be the hindrance of my oath as I draw her in  
Her embracing force, her touch I will place my mark upon her skin
In the legion of my magic will reach beyond broken glass  
Outsourced her fourscore, she will never last  
My voice permeating her mind  
Inhaling and blowing my hot breath in anger to the marauding corners of time  
I need you sorceress, in my world ruled by the oceans, the sea, by land  
Unto my side you shall kneel as I take your hand  
 
You have taken the throne of my powers not by hair  
Snared my virility in the ecstasy of your lair  
Let the spirit of me defend the swoon of your feeble magic  
By the amulet dangling around my neck  
You will become a living zombie to my needs  
Under my commands from the rise of the sun to the moon in the sky when it sets  
Sight without sound tenderly stroking you, i will be the immortal keeping you wet  
 
My earthy concubine  
Rain or shine  
Let my wrath surround the sorceress where she bows only to me  
With the comfort of her creamy paradise, my name trembling off her lips as I please  
Sorceress, hear my voice, tantalizing kisses, you feel of me in the wind  
My palms languishing meandering up your thighs unto me, parting under the wishes of my commend  
Open your thighs wider, allow fate of this night and destiny collide  
Allow my tongue to seek the wet wonders once found inside  
   
He wants me to be his immortal bride to be    
Mmm… he pleases all my sultry needs    
When the high moon illuminates from the sky    
My skin tingles I could not fathom why    
Could it be the Warlock still has my beating heart    
Wanting to drain me under a blanket of midnight stars    
Traveling the forest, inhaling my seductive inviting scent    
I hear the alluring howls of a werewolf’ stalking in relent    
 
Hum… what's a sorceress to do    
Without her book of incantation to conjure a spell or two    
Closing my eyes, as a chant within my temple I shall use    
The abyss of my core, shall be my brew    
   
I summon the raging winds to the East I command counseling of your spirit    
To the West my soul is the sacrificed endearment    
To the North, I bow in the compliance of its wishes    
To grant this ritual bequest unto me as my ancestral blood boils then swishes    
Until the bed of Mother Earth's South as it seeps and twitches    
   
I looked around the forest, in a mist of fog, piercing eyes pinned on me    
How much of my life force must I use, as I glanced down at the bed of leaves    
Howls to my Hunter's Moon, indenting as I weakened from the pleasure of sharpen fangs    
Into my tender flesh, with each moan the deeper they sank    
Thrilling, exciting    
Encircling my legs around a Warlock's spine.. mmm... he’s softly biting    
   
Paralyzed to move  
I hear his haughty laugh as he plummets in the supremacy of my dew  
His body, his hands, making such passionate and tender love to me    
In the distance, I hear the denied outcries over the elevated trees    
Right before I climaxed, I seen a pair of red eyes staring down at me    
Oh no… no it just can’t be      
 
You belong to me sorceress and each night in your bed you will appease    
Bolting up to a sitting position lifting my cell phone  
Girl, do you know what time it is..  
I’m getting me some bedroom thrills from a handsome man and his hard bone  
Elvira, I will be coming over  
To my home  
Yeah… bad night  
Give me ten minutes... well make it half an hour and be careful I heard those wolves howling and roaming in plain sight  
 
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Watch out, I have a Magic Wand.

Jonathan Lockwood Huie
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