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She was a temptress in the night,

a mistress of delight,

a sorceress who’d drive a man insane.

She was the captress of my soul,

a seductress in control,

an enchantress luring men to her domain.



Her burning kiss was something quite unplanned,

for I’d simply sought a nameless one night stand,

but a fever gripped my heart,

and I knew, right from the start,

that her every waking wish was my command.



One look into those blazing, bedroom eyes,

was all it took to charm and mesmerize,

with that flaming, long, red hair,

and that wig’ling derriere,

in an instant I was hooked and hypnotized.



She was a temptress in the night,

a mistress of delight,

a sorceress who’d drive a man insane.

She was the captress of my soul,

a seductress in control,

an enchantress luring men to her domain.



A naughty girl, in hose and spiked high heels,

whose skimpy gown showed more than it concealed,

played a game in that silk dress,

with a peek of thigh and breast,

just a hint of what the night might soon reveal.



With a flirting look, one sexy, playful glance,

a come-hither wink that promised hot romance,

graceful fingers stroked her hips,

as she licked those full red lips,

cooing softly, “hey there big boy, it’s your chance”.



She was a temptress in the night,

a mistress of delight,

a sorceress who’d drive a man insane.

She was the captress of my soul,

a seductress in control,

an enchantress luring men to her domain.



That she-wolf  was insatiable, I swear,

when she took me to a place she called “the lair”,

in a flash, ‘twas in the sack,

tied spread-eagled on my back,

that Dominatrix  rode all night, I do declare.





‘Twas the darnedest thing to fathom or believe,

for she used positions one would ne’er conceive,

then she said, “why thank you pet”,

as she lit her cigarette,

“would you kindly notch my bedpost as you leave”.



She was a temptress in the night,

a mistress of delight,

a sorceress who’d drive a man insane.

She was the captress of my soul,

a seductress in control,

an enchantress luring men to her domain.