Description:
This poem presents a persona as a “wrong angel,” a seductive and dominant figure who wields immense sexual and psychological power. The speaker describes using explicit acts, intoxicating whispers, and a potent allure to ensnare and consume their lover.
They portray themselves as a “molten trap” and their touch as both fire and silk, aiming to break, ruin, and ultimately own their partner. The poem vividly depicts a forceful, all-encompassing sexual encounter where the speaker revels in their control, promising to drag their lover through a “cum-drenched Hell,” leaving them utterly wrecked and irrevocably under their “wicked, juicy spell.”
Erotic Poem for Your Wicked Spell:
- My whisper slithers, hot and slick, against your skin,
A velvet blade to carve your heart, where sin begins. - I am your wrong angel…
>>My cunt’s a molten trap, slick and tight to fuck your soul,
Your cock’s my toy, I’ll grind it hard, till you’re screaming,
I’ll make your pulse betray you, hard and throbbing deep,
I will fuck your soul to shreds while you drown in my sizzling heat. - I am your wrong angel…
>My lies drip like honey, sweet and toxic on your tongue,
Each word a thrust, a vicious fuck, leaving you craving more.
>I’ll lock my gaze, those eyes that fuck you to the bone,
Turn your trembling flesh to stone, hard, yet begging to be owned. - Your cock’s my altar, rough and tender,
You’re my demon, scream my name.
>Inject me with sticky venom,
My hunger screams louder than shame,
Pulsing and toxic, I beg you for more,
Your dirty saint, your filthy whore. - I am your wrong angel…
>My touch is fire, soft as silk, then rough to bruise,
My pussy drips with toxic want, a fantasy to feed your need.
>>I’ll fuck you till you’re broken, wet and wild, no mercy in my grind,
Leave you wrecked, in misery, with my scent burned in your mind. - I am your wrong angel…
ass=”ng-star-inserted” />>My soul’s a blackened velvet, a honey-slut for ruin,
Soaked in lust’s cruel art,
Just hardcore sin, the love to give you, my nails carve up your dick.<br class=”ng-star-inserted” />>I’ll fuck your world, grind you raw with whispers,
Squirting my luscious venom in your veins,
>Dirty truths you’ll never tame. - Your cock’s my altar, rough and tender,
You’re my demon, scream my name.</span>
>Inject me with sticky venom,
My hunger screams louder than shame,
Pulsing and toxic, I beg you for more,
Your dirty saint, your filthy whore. - You’ll eventually realize…
Your body’s mine, a pulsing wreck,
Screaming my unholy name.
I fucked you beyond recognition,
You’re caught, ensnared,
My prey beneath my wicked, juicy spell.
You’re fucking me,
Your wrong angel,
Dragging you through heaven’s cum-drenched Hell.
