Dessie McCoy

Rookie - 64 Points (08/25/1991 / Charleston, South Carolina)

Spell - Poem by Dessie McCoy

It's strange that I smell Ocean Spray when she is near. Belly ring feather of type, glint when glanced with slightest sight. Body ornament sets petite frame sort of elegant like. Make mouth water like a beast at night. Fight the urge to pounce like fox on fragile mice. Smooth chocolate legs free from bump and bruise. Shaved hair smooth like marbled floor. If it wasn't strange she would be my greatest decor. I'm feeling courageous off of her licorice liqueur. I over compensated my wobble, fell on gentle breast. It was the intention lets hope no one could tell. Maybe it's this thing the sober mind might call the drunken love spell.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, spells

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2015

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