stir

 
they say hush now girl don't stir the air
conjuring wayward spirits
with witchy spells meant to entrance
sacred art what comes naturally
it's natural it can't be evil

occult knowledge falls from my lips
rolling off the tongue rhythmically
riding the winds to where you are
caressing your aura, the devil blushes

inside the need you are bidden
seeking the rite I rise to the occasion
mingling with lusty desire
my body tingles
and my mind is aware

dark music, exudes from my soul
troubling the winds
becoming your temptation
all you have to do is speak it
your most powerful want
into being