Saturday, August 4, 2018

Wondering... a Poem By Bewitched Chameleon



What that mouth do?
What that dick do?
What do those hands do?
I must admit Papi, I’m digging you,
But I am also wondering too…
Can your mouth suck me dry, will your tongue tease my clit?
Will your dick fill me up? Yeah, I’m yearning for that shit.
Will your hands hold me down by the small of my back?
When you push yourself in slowly and I crawl off track.
Will you hold me tight when it all becomes too much,
When my skin becomes prickly from your heat of your touch?
Will you spank my ass
until it turns red, stings and makes me wiggle?
Rub your hands on my body
until I shake, moan and arch a little?
Will you taste your fingers after exploring me inside and I drip from their tips?
Will you taunt my nipples with a playful pinch?
Will you tease my neck with a lick, kiss and bite
Will you whisper to me, “Can I own you tonight?”
I wonder if you will fuck me like I need it done?
With your thick hard dick in the service of one.
With one hand could I guide you in?
It may take two, your girth is a sin.
With each stoke I come closer and I am dressed in your sweat
Faster and faster I am runny and wet…
When we are done, and I am laid bare
with nothing left to share. All satisfied and out of air
With no more wondering
About what that mouth dick and hands can do.
© 5. 8. 2018

Tuesday, May 22, 2018




COLLECTOR
a poem by 
Bewitched Chameleon

Soul Collector

Woman Collector

Adoration Collector

Tell me your name demon!

How did I come to be here, all caught up in your web?

This beautiful shiny bobble I can’t let go of, has me entangled in this gilded cage.

willingly awaiting you to call my name…

My strength depleted by circumstance

I lay broken and bare

You smelled my desires and began your descent

Playing with me…mind, body and spirit.

Taunting me with your lyrical monologues and sweet soliloquies

I am your prey.

Release me!


But you have no intention of letting me go

For you are a collector

And without your collection

You are nothing.