Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Bewitched

Bewitched

She claimed to love me
She spread her legs for me, inviting me in
She winked for me to see
Sucked me in, seeing how her body bend
When she wasn’t in my bed I dreamed of her lips
She got me bewitched and under her spell
Smelling her scent when she wasn’t around
I find myself finding my way to her side of town
She had a way with me
Slowly she would grind on me
Stroke my head sweetly
Her soft buttermilk skin would feel good on me
Her full lips pressed against mine in shadows
We had quickies in flowered meadows
I was under her charm
Influenced by what she cast on me
But I don’t want to set off the alarm
A quick hit is all it was supposed to be

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