It is Halloween Eve and the bewitching hour nears,

The ghosts and goblins I do fear.

Tis the witch that comes year after year that I do not fear,

The treats she offers can be sweet or deadly.

The door swings open and there she stands,

With a basket of candy which looks so sweet.

She stands there with cape open,

Pumpkin patches strategically placed.

"You now must choose your sweet treat,

There are only ten seconds, ready and go."

Leaning in, I devour the pumpkin on her left breast,

"Good choice," she says as I suck on her nipple.

"The candy is poisoned," she says with a sigh,

Dropping the basket by her side.

I move to her right breast and devour the pumpkin,

"Oh God, do not stop!" the witch does say as I suck on her nub.

The witch cries out, "Oh my, oh my,"

As I kiss my way down to the last pumpkin patch.

With mouth and tongue I slowly devour,

The last pumpkin patch, as she moans and then groans.

The witch gives out one last holler,

"OH GOD!" as she comes.

I drink in the sweet treat flowing forth,

Tis all I remember as I awaken.

Lying on my back on the floor,

I look at my hand and grin.

There is a note and it says, "Same time next year my loving husband,

And remember to not pick the poisoned candy."

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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