Charmed Feint of the Good Witch

inspired by WickedEve's "Witchy Woman" poetry thread

Ruby red lips under full moon light
Licked clean by the tongue of an elder want.
It's midnight now and naked she'll be
Ere dawn beckons the end of darkest haunt.

An armoire filled with black silk clothes
Is rifled for one just one that could taunt.
Over long black locks whispers the dress of hope
Past hips, past legs, over breasts to flaunt.

High heels, a wand and a cloak of desire -
A décor perfect for every treat or trick.
Stir the pot, pointed finger, pet the pussy, tender hand
And she's hungry for candies, be they clit or dick.

A Latin phrase and her hair flies neatly in place.
No compact needed as her mouth flares quick.
A little spell, her breasts swell to cleave the passing eye.
Her ass grows firm as pointed nose gives a flick.

Minor magic for a witch on All Hallows' Eve
When the demons and the devils dance in might.
Cloak close, smile wide, she hunts the perilous lot
Who between charmed legs - will cum, this foggy night.

Beware the passing stare of one who seems fair
On a night with endless plight in the low, low light.