“Nocturnal Whispers To A Moorish Warlock”

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 desiring pool of eternity    
Give me liberty from within the depth 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 to 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 echoing laugh as he plummets in the supremacy of my dew    
His body, his hands, making such passionate and tender love to appease      
In the distance, I hear the denied outcries above 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