I picture potion dripping from her hands
My body tight and dry upon her bed
A priestess, she both summons and commands
Such life from me I once believed was dead
She chants my name, a steady, rhythmic beat
Attacks my flesh with vigor and delight
I reel between her knees, her legs, her feet
Entrancing flames illuminate the night
But where she learned this magic I can’t say
And if it’s legal I don’t want to know
I only know her powers have a way
Of taking me to where I want to go
To heaven, if I’m with her, else to hell
And nothing on this earth will break her spell

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