NOTE: You should avoid this poem if you are not 18+ years old.
Didn't know should I put a Romance or Fantasy prefix; Romance it is I guess, since there are some erotic lines within it. I hope no one will report this since there are no curse words here.
Upon invisible wings,
On the port side of a witches broom;
A spell casted down,
Laced with velvet perfume.
I'm obsessed with her now,
And placed under her trance;
My only thoughts are how,
Could I get into her pants.
With an eerie cackle,
And a banshee cry.
She swoops down and sweeps me up,
Takes me off across the sky.
I grab on tight,
Taking a hold of her chest,
We land on the farthest side of the moon,
Down at the edge of her nest.
Built up of moon mud,
Settled between lunar stones.
Outlined with human skulls;
And secured with withered bones.
I was still enchanted,
I wasn't deterred.
She said she won't harm me,
She gave me her word.
But before I leave,
I had to agree on a stipulation,
I must do her hard,
Beyond her wildest imagination.
With a spooky smile,
She has dropped her gown;
After which she murmured, "Here it is."
And told me to go down.
My sucking lips,
Synced in with my dancing tongue;
As I grabbed her hips,
She went totally numb.
Now the witch is all wet,
I drop her down on the floor;
I am doing her for my freedom,
Harder than I ever did someone before.
Skin rubbing on skin,
Completely soaked in sweat.
Slapping and thrusting;
I have not given up yet.
I hear a deep moan,
Followed by one last gyration;
Suddenly her eyes roll blank.
Looks like she lost her motivation.
Baffled I stand up to my feet,
I suppose we are done.
I did her to the death;
Looks like I have won.
On the port side of a witches broom;
A spell casted down,
Laced with velvet perfume.
I'm obsessed with her now,
And placed under her trance;
My only thoughts are how,
Could I get into her pants.
With an eerie cackle,
And a banshee cry.
She swoops down and sweeps me up,
Takes me off across the sky.
I grab on tight,
Taking a hold of her chest,
We land on the farthest side of the moon,
Down at the edge of her nest.
Built up of moon mud,
Settled between lunar stones.
Outlined with human skulls;
And secured with withered bones.
I was still enchanted,
I wasn't deterred.
She said she won't harm me,
She gave me her word.
But before I leave,
I had to agree on a stipulation,
I must do her hard,
Beyond her wildest imagination.
With a spooky smile,
She has dropped her gown;
After which she murmured, "Here it is."
And told me to go down.
My sucking lips,
Synced in with my dancing tongue;
As I grabbed her hips,
She went totally numb.
Now the witch is all wet,
I drop her down on the floor;
I am doing her for my freedom,
Harder than I ever did someone before.
Skin rubbing on skin,
Completely soaked in sweat.
Slapping and thrusting;
I have not given up yet.
I hear a deep moan,
Followed by one last gyration;
Suddenly her eyes roll blank.
Looks like she lost her motivation.
Baffled I stand up to my feet,
I suppose we are done.
I did her to the death;
Looks like I have won.
