Spell casting kiss
The Devil woman pulled me closer, I can't deny it wasn't what I wished, then I tasted her crimson lips, as by the She Devil I was kissed
Her hands wrapped around my head, she guided me into her face, I ran my hands over her curves, I felt the soft Red lace
Then her spell was cast, I was obsessed by my Devil lover, I knew and so did she, I'd never want another
Her lust has ensnared me, I feel her coursing through my veins, every minute of the day, she occupies my brain
She seems to know my very thoughts, she knows all the things I need, when she tells me she requires me, I always do the deed
Does this make me hers, am I a witches submissive or her slave, I confess I'd do anything, do all that she may crave
Am I under some kind of magic spell was it cast within that first painted kiss, or am I just hoping and to be her's is my wish
THE KINKY POET