Black Magic

Fuck me into submission
With weapons unbolted
In tresses made of theurgy and black magic
Let down my defenses
In an enrapture of hocus-pocus and awning
Catch my breath
In an epilogue of proverbial wrongdoing
With the vehement thundering on my clit
As you immerse your persuadable tongue
on and around and about my lips
Call out your name
And lay me out flat like polished fabric
The uninterrupted outspread
Of sequel and aftermath
And velvety accord
With interminable vigour and rebound
And boundless measure
To wield a yielding in your favour
Wonder work your conjuring
And unbind the rooted cum
Buried deep inside my belly
In the contour of my spine
With thrusting thew
Set upright
In the small of my back