Witchy Woman Voting Thread 2

Voting Poll 2

  • Charmed Feint of the Good Witch

    Votes: 1 33.3%
  • The Gist of Twist

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Voodun Woman

    Votes: 1 33.3%
  • Samhain Witches

    Votes: 1 33.3%
  • Pyewacket Girl

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Disposa’s Tricky Treat

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
    3

WickedEve

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There are 15 Witchy Woman poems, so we'll have two voting threads. Please vote for your one favorite poem! :)
 
Charmed Feint of the Good Witch

JUDO


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.
 
The Gist of Twist

JUDO

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.
 
Voodun Woman

lickmyboot


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.
 
Samhain Witches

lickmyboot


In darkness we gather--
wild women of the hunt.

Spiral dancing,
a blood moon rising--
full and heavy
like an aching womb.

Blood sisters of moon,
Moon sisters of blood--
tracing circles of
circles past.

Speak in borrowed tongues,
let lips whisper forth
the Ancient ones
to charge this rite.

Stars woven into our hair
shining brightly—thinning the veil
Magic breathes this night.
 
Pyewacket Girl

Angeline


Pyewacket girl
you can be her familiar
just don’t you get too close

she winds her way
in furry limber slink through
alleyways & cityscapes

to soft October nights that
linger winding round the house
once like yellow smoke

then cool then chill and rush
to pumpkin McCoun apple
crisp blue days skyless clouds

till moon comes full rising
on the sap of your desire
for her witchy business

back again in peeping
feline eye she shifts the
stars the night sky twirls

she stretches lean and softs
one paw in delicate extention
tips past metal pails finds you

rubs ankle licks your chest
now tell me you’re not charmed?
Hoo possesses hoo?
 
Disposa’s Tricky Treat

Angeline


Well here it is almost Halloween.

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

rings your bell

advancing confident and slow

sinuous

in your direction
 
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