Witches

Your eyes both follow me with every movement I make unto you 
Two pairs of lips bite and kiss my neck in the candles flickering lights
The power you have to make me feel so, so possessed
The sunset’s dying and the early dark only gives way to this unholy entwining in the early dusk
A mocking of this sinister trinity with three melancholy knocks on flesh
We both feel your body seize in pleasure as light it afire with a touch from either side
You eyes show all white as I take your soul over your tongue
The spirits within are annihilating our bodies
Cloth drips wet clear liquids stained with our hot breathes in the cold
Two flavors side by side and so seductive
Your burnt and ashen wings are so soft
She lays in her crucifix pose
As she exorcises her with another unknown entity
A holy spirit fills you, and a demonic one takes its place
You bow on hands and knees to accept your communion
Body and blood
Whilst behinds you are your carnal and sinful desires being satisfied
The priestess reaches down to caress you
The devil pulls back your head
I taste and I feel
The way I feel one thing on my thighs, gently rocking on the ride down
And another over my face, gently moving like the breeze, lovingly warm wind on my flesh
It feels so similar