Black Magic

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(This is one of the poems I wrote when I was reading The Stripper. I chose the video above cos of the song "I Put a Spell On You")

 I chose the video above cos of the song "I Put a Spell On You")

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Your erroneous glare is casting a black magic spell.
And I am entirely subjected to a hunger only your body can quell.
You’re intoxicating me with your inhibition
With those eyes immersed deep in an ocean of lust and seduction.
You hover inches away, your scent invading my nostrils.
I take your pleading lips, sensations, and ravenous chills.

You bite your lip and cocked a brow, you're a tease and you've unleashed the beast.
I’ll paint you with my lips and make you my greatest masterpiece.
You’re sending an inferno to my core. No more defenses, nor excuses.
I’m aching to take this work of art, capture it with all of my senses.
Tonight, I'll be an artist, an amorous connoisseur
I'll get you cussing my name in frantic whispers and unsteady purrs.

Depositing kisses as I trace your curves with my tongue
I want to experience your entirety, two will become one.
I shudder with pure ecstasy, beyond any drug can ever cast.
I’ve been resisting you. But right now, let’s shove that in the past.
I’ll unfold your mystery, taste your cherry, devour you crazy.
Talking dirty as I send you to an earth-shattering frenzy.

I’ll leave you cursing, moaning and pleading. Keep you drenched in pleasure.
We’ll dance in synchronized rhythm until our bodies convulse with intensity we can no longer endure.
Your proponent aura, alluring, washing over me euphoria for what’s to come.
I am a prey to your predatory instincts, and I have succumbed.

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