From afar, I could smell his pheromones Undisturbed by the scent of any cologne I led him to my cave, and we sat in front of each other I already knew that, at least for the night, I wanted him as my lover
As we converse, I learn more about the man We often fell into the trap of each other’s gaze Especially as we got physically close Appreciating vices, but invested in that shared maze
Ancestral essence running down my neck and breasts Having become a mesmerising expert A question was brought up in the air I answered with the words, but did not confess
Part of me wanted to test his perception abilities The entirety of me was screaming for us to kiss “Kiss me!” — my brain whispered as I stared at his lips His legs were open wide enough for me to fit in between
Bodies touching one another, our hands wandered All I craved for at that moment was to taste his spit Our tongues explored each other’s necks and ears I entered that moment without wondering
Wondering about what our touches were leading us to Our lips finally meet, our mouths perfectly fit His deep kisses were pleasant, for I kiss that way too It did not take long for my hands to become sneaky
Under his shirt, metallic surprises Eventually, I learnt they were the same colour as mine After playing with his nipples, I dropped my hands on his lap We were now both focused on each other’s private parts
It had been a long time since I was touched intimately The darkness gave us some privacy, but ultimately… He asked for an invitation to my cave And I… I instantly caved!
His eyes could hypnotise Making me feel like a child Under control, I was It did not take much time Until I was mesmerised
I became physically small Far too innocent, far too fragile I had no inclination to smile At that moment, I was his And for an hour, he felt mine
I melted as I stared into his eyes I regressed; I was not my age He paid attention to all of the signs A witch in the hands of a mage The next day, he called me his wife
I spoke of how I felt so young He said he knew a girl when he saw one The feeling should not have gone Several times, I asked for more No one had successfully put me under before
Nadÿa Cuscan 