Season of the Witch

I often think back

And try to reason

That solstice night...

Falling away into

A wintered season

With a spellbound blight...

...We stepped out the car

Her the passenger side

Me, the drive

A date going so well

Never felt more alive

She apparently slipped on some ice

Immediately, there was a flash

Blinding my mind

I mashed down hard ’my teeth

Without even knowing she had fell

I was fingering my chipped tooth

As my ears rang hell’s bells

I rounded the auto

To take her care

Helped her up, but

Felt strangely impaired

...Later there was plenty passion

Two mouthfuls of ecstasy shared

But that abrupt moment of reality

Was so odd, random and rare

...I was her defeated dog...

She was my heated bitch...

And I really think I bedded a witch...

Earlier on that date

We had strolled a

Frozen, Corona Park

Where she picked up frosty twigs

Went on about some stupid rock

I was young

Just wanted to knock

...But I’ll never forget, how

Her power suddenly sparked

-Momentarily casting

Me out into the dark...

...And all through that dream

In tongue, she wailed & screamed

Imprisoning me within

Her swollen, vaginal walls

Showing me no mercy at all

I was her defeated dog...

She was my heated bitch...

My seasoned night

Spent loving a witch...