Bewitched
As his hands presses against my body like they knew all my curves,
He reaches out and caresses my body with every touch my body resist,
Doesn’t he know the meaning of No?
I wish my body would turn into water… Poseidon,
Take control of his soul like Hades,
Watch him burn like fire,
Doesn’t he know my body is sacred?
Governed by all the Gods,
Treasured by all of the World,
Protected by Heracles,
But Not even the Gods could stop him…
For he knew what he wanted and bribed his way through,
Since when Gods took days off?
He snatched my soul with every stroke,
Devoured my walls with every inch of unprotected lust,
Then he watched me fade away like a drawing being erased because of its imperfection,
Blamed and drained me,
The God’s watched as he detained my soul and dragged me to hell,
Sold my soul for free “ a moment of pleasure”………
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