Stepping Into Cinderella’s Slipper

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 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, wishes 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 invocation, 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
      
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
Secrets of the Sun, caressed by Luna in the cloak of night, coveting 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 chasm of my thighs  
  


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