My Druidess

What spell have you
Cast upon me?
What witchery is this?
To keep me fevered at night
And imagining your touch?
Woman of the devil you
Must surely be,
I am bewitched and longing.
Stiff and yearning terribly
For your embrace,
The parting of your thighs.
Devil woman take my soul,
Devour it, if but you
Promise to eat my fluid of life.
I sweat in solitary lust
In the darkness of my empty bed,
As I dream of fondling your breast
And taking you from behind.
My soul I offer to you,
If but to have you open
Yourself to me.