Ruby red lips under full moon light
Licked clean by the tongue of an elder want.
It's midnight now and naked she'll be
Ere dawn beckons the end of darkest haunt.
An armoire filled with black silk clothes
Is rifled for one just one that could taunt.
Over long black locks whispers the dress of hope
Past hips, past legs, over breasts to flaunt.
High heels, a wand and a cloak of desire -
A décor perfect for every treat or trick.
Stir the pot, pointed finger, pet the pussy, tender hand
And she's hungry for candies, be they clit or dick.
A Latin phrase and her hair flies neatly in place.
No compact needed as her mouth flares quick.
A little spell, her breasts swell to cleave the passing eye.
Her ass grows firm as pointed nose gives a flick.
Minor magic for a witch on All Hallows' Eve
When the demons and the devils dance in might.
Cloak close, smile wide, she hunts the perilous lot
Who between charmed legs - will cum, this foggy night.
Beware the passing stare of one who seems fair
On a night with endless plight in the low, low light.
On knees, the cat pulls down the spaniel's pants
To free the bone that swells and bobs within.
While purring, zips her fur away perchance
Exposing breasts, wet puss and tail for sin.
For now, their masks stay on for witching hour
To tease the one who sees their costumed dance,
But in this darkened room, a trio's power
Will hide for heated sex to wet a glance.
Feline hot lips distend dog's quickened cock
To spray his seed across her boobs with guile.
Yon closet hides a secret girl sans frock
Whose fingers dip within her torrid smile.
She loves to watch her sister kneel and quaff,
For it's the only way that she gets off.
Throw 'dem bones, my voodoo queen
Roll 'em hard, just like your liquor
mixed with hurricane drops.
Shake your gris-gris
and roll my money
with your graveyard dirt.
O I am hard tight to find that
man with his Ms. Mistress!
I's need your dark arts, Creole woman
Grab your dolls and pins
and blood rags, I need's me
a powerful curse.
Stake his manhood!
Let that hussy see
his southern charm
wilt like a day-old lily in the
swelterin' sun.
Gimme an amulet
that makes him squirm
just thinkin' of me.
I want his heart to bleed
like that there cock's throat.
Throw 'dem bones, my voodoo queen
Throw'em hard, I's got Hell to pay.
Been away for a while
ergo it must be time
for Ms. Disposa to lay her
jackie-lantern smile into
this cold punkinated October scene
Gotta dress just so for mischief,
right?
Disposa hates to disappoint
and thus she shall annoint herself
with unguents magical and bright
an aura seasonal and spicy
an aura warm in cinnamon delight
then wriggle into shiny thigh high
black lace appliquéd with little
satin kitty face and sequins lying
smooth and pressing to pale skin
as kit espys with green familiar
feline glitter eyes
the great essential short black
dress oh yes Gucci, darling, and
Manuolo spikey sandals oh and
small carress of scent:
Obsession
dark red Chanel Vamp for lips that
compliment the curving siren fingertips
and off she goes
Prada treat bag aswing
Disposa knows you need to talk
to her because although she’s sweet
she is also replete this night with
spells cooked up for you, baby
a frightful brew of boiling perfection
to make you bubble bubble when she