A woman possesses strong magic, that can make a man her willing Love Slave.

My hips suggestively sway,
Making you want to heed their call without delay.
Ivory mounds of flesh, crest and fall,
My invitation to answer desire's call.
Come immerse yourself in the sweetness lying within,
While welcoming arms, offer a haven, where bodies unite and blend.
Here awaits a soft body, wrapped in Jasmine Scent,
An offering upon Love's Alter, a willing sacrament.
Your temptation, primal, wild and free,
Come dive into my ocean and drown in me,
Abracadabra!my sultry eyes cast a spell,
It will bring great joy, making you glad you fell.
Drink freely from the honey pot of my lips,
As you explore the hidden treasure between my hips.
As you sink into my quicksand abyss,
You become mindless and numb, unaware of the risk.
Your raw desire drags you down,
As I swallow you whole and within me you drown.