Witchy
Stinking, gassy
Lady of the night
Flinging your hate
Sharing your plight
Succubus of want
Soft and perfumed
Angel from the depths
How close you have loomed
Syrupy kiss
Dripping with pleasure
A pleasant subpoena
To a fertile treasure
Black double helix
Dressed for the ball
Come on, Witchy!
Give me a call!
Yoked and complete
Drowning in my shame
Dark and lonely son
He knows who to blame
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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