When an icy wind blows you’ll find me
Under a moon so very bright
With my blonde hair flowing in the cold air
And black eyes that glitter in the night.
I beckon to you from the forest
You cannot resist my bewitching gaze
I place your hand upon my breast
You are lost in an enchanted haze.
My dark eyes bore into your soul
While I lead you to an autumn fire
I reveals my mysteries untold
As you succumb to your desires.
Your enchantress with skin of porcelain
I will weave my magic in your heart
Ruby lips utter words softly spoken
From my side you’ll never depart
I have bewitched you
So tell me, with me, all the dirty things you will do.
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