Witchcraft

She rode my broomstick very well;
familiar to familiar...
as if I were her carousel
in sportive duet conciliar
commenced by her gaze hither come,
quite impossible to resist
once under her hypnotic thumb
commanding me to that which must be kissed.

And kiss her I most surely did
as only one way would the hex release
since an interruptus was god forbid
for my well accomplished fellatrice
whose oral hoodoo would never end...
until she had my familiar spend.