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Witching
The witch's hour is long and weary.
But I've got a thought or at best a theory.
Your hexes, spells, and even love potions don't work on me like your Bath and Body Works lotions.
You straddle me like a broom stick ready to take flight.
There is no doubt in me that tonight's that night.
I may not be versed in all your subductions
Or how you got me hooked with your hips in motion.
Now I see what that crystal ball meant about me being broken.
As you scream in tongues, only half words being spoken.
But I've got a thought or at best a theory.
Your hexes, spells, and even love potions don't work on me like your Bath and Body Works lotions.
You straddle me like a broom stick ready to take flight.
There is no doubt in me that tonight's that night.
I may not be versed in all your subductions
Or how you got me hooked with your hips in motion.
Now I see what that crystal ball meant about me being broken.
As you scream in tongues, only half words being spoken.
Published 3rd Oct 2024
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