Lustful Spell

You want to hold my arms. You want to look in my eyes to see what secrets that I hold. You want to brush back my long silk hair. You want to touch my breasts. You want to rub my thighs. you want to feel my heart. You want to feel my soul. As I straddle your thighs, tenderly kissing your neck, you are under my spell. Not your girlfriend's black magic witchcraft spell. But you are under my lustful, powerful, sensual spell. You rub my sides, think only of me. Thinking nothing but me. Your girlfriend doesn't care about you. I do. Look where I am. I'm with you. Look where you are. You're with me. We're together. We're formed as one. Our bodies intertwine. I think of you, as you think of me. I'm with you. You're with me. We must be together