The Magic Hour
My lovely dear the magic
Hour is upon us.
What will become
Will become
We can not hinder its power
What will occur at this
Magic hour.
Shall we fall into rose bushes
And be pricked with thorns
One hundred times
One thousand
Shall we caress each other
Forever kisses and kisses
Then lay breathless with
Amorous ambitions and
Blisses
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2023
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