My feminine is Sacred
My roots are buried within the Soil
In my body, not everyone is allowed entrance
For I am not here to spoil

My insides crave intensity
An atmosphere of menace
Fully in sync wavelengths
The ability to embrace nakedness

All I’ve ever had was hunger for worship
For thirsty bodies that seek
Ready to drop to their knees
Face to the ground, lips on my feet

The type of love that I care for is tied to witchcraft
One that involves the biting of necks
The teeth buried in skin
Committing our first sin