My witchery against your lips is none.
You make me cool or hot (your choice) by only kissing.
You are the wisperer - your lips are wonder one.
A tool more powerful than a wand (which is not missing).
You soften me, you melt me down and haunting.
It's not just touch that works as perfect crime -
Your breathe, your smile, your talk, your only wanting -
All come from lips right to my eager mind.
I'm bound by your will.
By ring, by rituals, law.
But mostly - by your lips.
And always wanting more.
Spellbound
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