Little sorceress with enchanted eyes
Which burn into my soul,
You drew me in with chastise sighs,
Sweet vows of passion untold.
Playful succubus who haunts my dreams
And stirs my spirit to flame,
Within these sheets of damp desire
Our fervor knows no shame.
Your charms of magic and potions of love
Hot arrows that pierce my heart,
They fill my mind with flaming desires
Which tear my soul apart.
Little witch of voodoo love,
My heart you have enslaved,
And placed upon my soul a mark
Iíll carry to my grave.
Bobby G. Jarrard
© 2005 by Bobby G. Jarrard