Magic Poem by Belle Violet

Magic



Bubble bubble,
toil and trouble.
The only spells I know,
lead to rough, lusty scuffles.
Cohort with a devil
on black silken sheets?
Yes. Please.
Every darkly-bright girl
knows she's already got
the only magic she needs.

Monday, April 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sexy
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