Bitter Sweet Twist

I found you at the office
Looking for a reapplication,
You were dead to sin
But you lost the death certificate
The day she trapped you to the chair
Touched you there
Kinda feeling you didn’t know if to say halleluiah
Or hell yea!
Sin is sweetest when raw and guilty,
When it rips the soul and leaves you empty
And that sort she gave you plenty..
Started when she brushed her lips against your neck
The sensation made your spine shake
You wanted to get up and leave
But your eyes were stuck upon her cleave’
Your heart was overactive
You believed it was her spell that was active
‘Ever had of the frog theory, daddy?’
That singsong voice that got your brain foggy
Your palms were sweaty
So she knew, she could tell
It drove you mad, wanted to yell
But when the witch has cast her spell
You go blind
Much like the frog, as the temperatures climb
She laughed
A witchy laugh
That should have sent you sprinting
But
Yea, the frog too, won’t budge
When she was done with you
You’d died a thousand times over
So your certificate indicated you’d been offered her deathless death
And the morning after at four
There were cops at your door
You were chilled to the core
When the charges were read
You thought it was all in your head
And you’d wake up in bed
But the judge and the jury
Found you guilty without tarry
Of assault, rape and perjury
And you served your time cursing her sorcery
The bitter-sweet irony of your story