My witch's brew
Doing odd things to you
Baby, swallow deep
Let the potion seep
Lipstick smiles
Hold you awhile
Listen to the lyre
Your heart's on fire
Hot kisses till your vision blurs
Igniting desire, you begin to stir
A tantalizing game
Too wild to tame
Clothing tossed here and there
Burgundy kisses everywhere
Scrape my nails down your spine
Make you feel just fine
Take another drink
No need to think
Just a taste
Not a drop to waste
Moving through the haze
Frantic licks and a gentle graze
Mounting need--frustration
Gives way to intoxication...
Happy St. Patrick's Day indeed!
ReplyDeleteWell...he is Irish...had to go all out. You know how it is. ;D
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