It’s 3:00 A.M.
it’s the witching hour
and you’re bewitching me,
Gracing me with spells
across my trembling flesh
spelling out L-o-v-e….
As your magic fingers
weave familiar paths
spreading pleasure everywhere
Till we reach to seek out
far more devilish places
that we both share.
I’m a victim of
your lovely charms,
wooed by the cauldron
of your lips,
Lost in the vortex of
your catty eyes
where I float transfixed,
On an astral plane
that takes us high above,
our burning chakra’s blazing red,
To an ancient place
of exquisite bliss,
where gods and goddesses are wed.
It’s 3:00 A.M.
it’s the witching hour,
where all time slows to a crawl,
as two eager shadows
dance in pagan rituals
on the moonlit walls,
dousing pleasure in
the sacred channeling
of your fertile flesh below,
whispering incantations
that ascend to sighs
as I’m lost in your mojo.
I’m a victim of
your lovely charms,
wooed by the cauldron
of your lips,
Lost in the vortex
of your catty eyes
where I float transfixed,
On an astral plane
that takes us high above,
our burning chakra’s blazing red,
To an ancient place
of exquisite bliss,
where gods and goddesses are wed
It’s morning and
you’ve slipped away,
like the smoke of
incense burned,
As I lie here sated,
with my soul elated
by the lessons that I’ve learned,
On how passion
knows no boundaries,
two can soar to heights beyond
All that common men,
find again and again
when they share love’s sacred bonds.
Chorus
I’d rather be a victim
of your lovely charms,
wooed by the cauldron of your lips,
Lost in the vortex
of your catty eyes
where I float transfixed,
On an astral plane that
takes us high above,
our burning chakra’s blazing red,
To an ancient place
of exquisite bliss,
where gods and goddesses are wed.
To that ancient place of exquisite bliss,
where gods and goddesses are wed…….
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III
Productions-Summer ©-2020
Image by Toni Friedemann from Pixabay
