Her name was Sasha.

A name that tasted like raw honey + razor blades.

Every Saturday night she came to dance at my bar to do what I fully believed was to weave her black magic through the intimate crowd that gathered. 

Capturing their attention, feeding on their unholy desires, + bringing everyone down to their knees.

Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings.

A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic.

Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder.

So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me.

Tap into your Inner Sex Kitten + unleash her prowress.

Get my FREE audio to guide you to her

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Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer

Music by Lena Ozea