Hold onto my hips
& use your magic
on me witchy woman.
Go ahead,
tickle my spine
with a vulture feather
& draw runes
all over my naked body.
Stab my doll
with pins
& throw dried corn
into the wind.
I want to be
a slave
to your spells,
any of them,
it doesn't really matter,
'cause you're so fine
& I want to die
in your black charms.