Narsimha Mehta

This Is How I Bewitched Him

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This Is How I Bewitched Him

This is how I bewitched him, friend, I rolled over him in our love play! 'No, no!' cried he as he tried to flee, and he cried out for his mother! But I clasped him passionately to my breasts! This is how I bewitched him, friend, I rolled over him in our love play! I drank his eyes with my eyes, his lips with mine, I drank him as if he was the elixir of Immortality! Amorously, I took him on my breasts I enjoyed myself doing what he wanted me to do! This is how I bewitched him, friend,I rolled over him in our love play! Playing ecstatically with the Narsaiyya's Lord I could hardly make out the world around me! This is how I bewitched him, friend, I rolled over him in our love play!