culted lust, exacting its intentions
licking my lips cruelly, really relishing your discomfort
a cool man, your only tell is the tightness in you jaw
it makes me tingle
my sinister need stirs
massaging the air around you, until you relent
moving towards me with lust in your eyes
a sex hex to masturbate your will
Sadistic tastes in the body of a man
lingers the fragrance of lavender and something heedy
your temperment powerful, we collide when we join
opening myself to you, I ride your rebellion
you’re such a hellion, a simple lady would never do
I’m masochistic, but I challenge you behind the eyes
tittilate you with your darkest fantasies
I hesitated at first wither I should read this poem or not. I want no hex be put on me. But after a sudden burst of courage, I read it. Now I am satisfied. This hex worth it!
hello dearest Me thank you graciously I’m happy you enjoyed ❤️
Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write as always my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian