Own my cunt
not through force of strength
nor force of will
nor through sheer charm and cunning.

Own my cunt
by employing the ancient magic,
the magic of the centuries.....
the magic called forth
by the sound of a stretched skin drum
and the worship of painted bodies
dancing naked in the firelight.

Own my cunt
by moving your hands
in the weaving of a spell
over eyes that watch your every movement,
over breasts that yearn for your touch,
and over piercings that mark
what already belongs to you.

Own my cunt
by speaking a spell
with words that have no meaning
as you drink from that cunt,
as you taste all the desire I have for you
and as you fuck me
with your greedy, possessing tongue.

Own my cunt
by dancing a magic dance
as you paint my body
with light and shadow,
as you moan a chant against my mouth
and as you brand that cunt
with your giant and rampant cock.

Yes, own my cunt
by employing the ancient magic.
It has proved its value
since the very first day.