Scorpio
Zodiac Spell Oil

The Witch's Cupboard

She dances in pumpkin patches,
she's wondering where her perfect match is.
Berries darken her lips,
she'll have you melting down her hips.
Tastes of coffee dance on her tongue,
take a bite to feel forever young.
She keeps you dancing on the edge,
a dash of black to keep you from the ledge.
Make her wishes smell like cauldron smoke,
a love so seductive it will make you choke.

She's a lady that keeps you superstitious;
her black cats keep her vicious.
Blood red rubies color her stiletto nails,
she digs them in pumpkin dust scales.
She'll sweeten up like vanilla bean sugar;
she won't mind if you take her.

1/2 ounce