Circles from her wrists
Fire in fingertips
The wicked spider spinning
A web within her grips
A sleeping body slips
From dreams, his torso lifts
Cast into early rising
and dance between her hips
Snake charmed into risk
She sings, the cobra twists
Venom now secreting
Onto her pillow lips
Rhythmic, she persists
Chanting cosmic trysts
His hands where hers should be
It moves where she permits
Chained, he yields, submit
Heat from the curse she's knit
Visions of whose body
Controls such unholy fits
Pagan, tribal hits
Possessed by all of this
A hunter being hunted
He enters, she assists
Her curves of smoke and spirit
Consumed within her mists
A mantra on the mouth
To taste her profane gift
Opiates in kisses
The spell of madness spins
The drums and bodies pounding
He breaks until she splits
Seduced by a naked Jinn
With a charming, subtle lisp
Reality or fever dream
compelled to do her wish
Released, the fires rinse
To forces we admit
Breath still rising, falling
Spellbound to a little witch