Traces of your touch still haunts my body, your ghostly call of my name continues to Drive me insane
Trying my best to cast out your erotic forces but your passion possesses my inner portions.What is this spell that you leave upon me, for I find myself chanting some language of lust as I stroke my own body.I fear the unknown of our sensual groans for they are Nothing short of supernatural.I have to rebuke you but yet I still want you, what did you do, for it has to be some sort of voodooWhat you have is unexplainable and I need it all to satisfy my thirst, I am like a vampire in search, I can not fight this forceYou are mysterious, you are frightening, you are my sexual haunting.