Your Slave

01/01/2018

Speak my name… softly and slowly,

As I am entranced by your spirit so unholy

For you have witchcraft in your lips,

And sweet seduction in your pulsating hips.

 

Chant your incantation over the ancient grave;

As you steadily turn me into your sexual slave.

For you have witchcraft in your lips,

And I surrender to your spiritual chain and whips.

 

Stir up the caldron late at night;

As you practice the lost forbidden rite.

For you have witchcraft in your lips,

And your body no other can ever eclipse.

 

Make me yours as you call out my name;

Your weave your spell and I take the blame.

For you have witchcraft in your lips,

My sanity your voice now slowly strips.

 

01/01/2017

Reviews

[WILDERNESS]

great read........... highly original and enetertaining piece. Superb poem on the topic.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

"For you have witchcraft in your lips," great line and I relate to that place all to well. I enjoyed this piece.