Bespelled ~ Erotic Poetry From A Kinky Witch

Fire ~ Burning Hunger

Flickering flashes of laughter

as we dance within the throng

sweat-slick skin on skin on skin

wandering hands and hoping strong

Your teeth gentle, nibbling, harder.

My nails along your spine.

Both leaving little marks

in our hunger claiming; mine.

As we bring the magic rising

to the beat of sacred drum

flesh and spirit intertwined

as the gods-fire makes us cum.