My little Witch

Go out into the sunset, fly off into the night,

Come home at dawn and crash in my bed

As usual.

Run off into the moonlight, let your paleness show,

Splash into the water wearying snow

Come back home, as usual.

Cast spells and offer counsel,

Then return to me, where you belong,

Little one, smile I’ll stay.

You’re my exact blood type, dinner comes soon,

Pale wrists and soft skin…

You’re my little witch.

You’re just a child, those striking eyes,

I love your arms wrapped tight,

I love you little one, you’re mine.

You know you love it

You know she looks good in the back seat

Her shirt on the floor and pants around her knees,

Shaking her goods, telling it feels good

Laughing when the moment comes.

You know she smells good when she’s pressed into you,

You know it feels fine with her thighs wrapped tight

Around your waist while she’s biting your neck,

And keeps making moves you will never forget.

You know she tastes good with her lips pressed to you

When you grow and you grow till it hurts

Her hot hands on your thighs

And her soft lips wrapped around.

You know she sounds good when she’s comfortable,

Hidden behind fluffy pillows and blankets,

Her voice sweet as caramel her thoughts not so pure

You love it when she talks really slow.

You know you adore the tricks with her tongue

And her sounds and her taste in the midnight darkness

Her clothes off, her body wrapped tight

When you’re pushing together to get high.