That Voodoo You Do

Charmed! by my seductive mistress, with kisses cold yet tender, I am drawn to you. Your gaze penetrates, piercing my very core, under your watchful eye; I fumble and stumble, eager to please,like a lapdog, I am bound to you. How is it? I stomach your rejection when it leaves me in dejection. Just cant fake it! That old black magic, that voodoo you do I beat your breasts like the conga drum and marvel at your face, your fine figure in black lace, representing the true African race. It is as it should be, I am apart of you. Just cant shake it! That old black magic, that voodoo you do! Hexed you kissed my cheek, I turned expecting another and got slapped. Trapped like a rat, you derive pleasure from my pain, leeching the very blood from my veins. Just cant take it! that old black magic, that voodoo you do! Drowning in an ocean of potions, enthralled by your hocus pocus. I am torn by my self consciousness and your ways with the craft, the dark arts. Just cant shake it! that old black magic, that voodoo you do