Bewitched
With hips that sway
In trance I hold your gaze—stay
Gliding bird of prey, eyes flutter like batting wings flap
My body has you under a spell; it is my wand—zap
Sultry Vixen
Black hearted Seductress
Voluptuous Vamp
Call me baby, simply—tramp
I weave my essence surrounding your mind
My gyrating body, I grind
Like a cat I slink around your thigh
Purring in delight at the moans, I create—you sigh
Raking my fingers up and down your spine weave
A delicious trail of hot flesh—leave
Dropping like the ball on New Years Eve
The countdown driving your chest to heave
Tracing wicked words on your skin
Awakening the beast of lust from deep within
Eyes locked I stare intent
Noticing now that consuming glint
Mouth slightly open—ajar
Seeing the beast waken your look now here not far
Throwing my head back with a luscious laugh growl
I trail my lips on your flesh like animal on the prowl
I shimmy up and down your hard body feel
Noticing now that nice piece of steel
Eager to hold it in my hands caress
Between my heaving bosoms I press
Stroking you slowly up and down slow
Stoking the volcano’s bubbling wants—to see lava flow
Not yet, though that is not my wish
Savor long this eloquent dish
Arch to feel you dip inside my lips warm wet
Licks of my wicked tongue let
Taste the sweet arrival of pleasure stoked
Each pulsating plunge a slower one stroked
Pin me now against the wall
Spin me around tall
Spread me—Take me
Pound my sweet nectar maker
Slap that ass baby; oh, I am your lust shaker
Fuck me deep long and hard
Render me helpless my senses now disregard
For ache down deep
To be your little tramp keep
Pull my hair back go deeper still
Break my wonder, my lust consume me fill
Feels so good to be your bewitching tramp
Need your jizz to complete the stamp
So bend me over the chair take
With that, nectar covered steel make
My sweet lips taste
Slap them
Rub them
Feed them—yes
Your little tramp won’t ever waste
One single drop or your volcano’s eruption flow
Instead wear it proudly face beaming—glow
© Dawn M. Lawson 2006
