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Cherry Witch
Delicate feet graced the red stained snow
Crimson dripping from her curved lip
Warm breath pierced my shivering soul
A basket of cherries swung at her hip
No taste for even the best of men
The cherry witch with women lied
A smile like a cherry's sweet thin stem
A kiss to leave her girls tongue tied
The sapphic legend rose to my step
Where my fragile weak voice was softly kept
Her precious fruit raised to my lips
As I kissed it gently and desperate I wept
Crimson dripping from her curved lip
Warm breath pierced my shivering soul
A basket of cherries swung at her hip
No taste for even the best of men
The cherry witch with women lied
A smile like a cherry's sweet thin stem
A kiss to leave her girls tongue tied
The sapphic legend rose to my step
Where my fragile weak voice was softly kept
Her precious fruit raised to my lips
As I kissed it gently and desperate I wept
Published 5th Jan 2017
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