White Witch
Krokus gets sweatered in chiffon,
in shiverlry, white knighted,
like royalty, a bestowed visage
in heir appearance as jewelry.
An unexpectant delivery
of virgin snow cusps the lips, cupids cold brewed elemental- flirt, eros tipped
arrows for the quiver that will never miss.
You adorn, adore your handiwork
then lay about with your kiss.
Just imagine it, crowned, frosted, tipped,
by the Wite Witch.
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