Submission, the very word ignites a spark,
In the world of Esme, a witch who casts her sexual charm,
A sultry, sensual brunette, with eyes that gleam,
She lures you in, a wicked dream.

Her magic is not just in her spells,
But in the way she commands, with her seductive swells,
She whispers “submit”, and you’re under her power,
Bound by desire, in her bewitching hour.

Her touch, a jolt, of electric delight,
She strips you bare, under the silvery moonlight,
Her lips, a dance, on your skin so warm,
You surrender, to the allure of her submission storm.

She weaves a web, of carnal desire,
A symphony of passion, that sets you on fire,
Her hands, a guide, to your deepest core,
You’re lost, in the magic, forevermore.

Her whispers, a chant, of sensual delight,
You’re bound, in her spell of submission, under the starlit night,
She murmurs “submit”, and you’re hers to keep,
In the world of Esme, where magic runs deep.

So submit, to the sexy witch, Esme’s charm,
And let her weave, her magic on your arm,
For once you’ve tasted, her bewitching submission spell,
You’ll be forever lost, in the magic of her swell.

Esme craves your submission

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