Trick or Treat, the stars are out.
Pumpkins carved, short and stout.

The breeze is turning, it's now time,
To sate this lust, it is no crime.

My pussy weeps, my nipples taut.
I've a need, my spell's been wrought.

He now enters, wanting more.
Floorboards lift, he slams the door.

Lustful kisses, scratch and bite,
This union looks much like a fight.

Driving need shakes my bed.
Screams are enough to wake the dead.

My body trembles, my will divine.
This lover now is simply mine.

So as we buck and bodies pitch,
Tits aren't cold upon this witch.