A pretty brown frame make for the perfect picture and on the gram with melanin, its the little brown bewitcher. With that black girl magic, and curves like a pitcher. Take a swing, her spell is mean, who really wouldnt wanna get her?
Dreaming disturbed
Heart arrhythmic
Breathing askew
Aimless wanderings
Of the mind
You witch, bewitcher
You've enchanted me
With your assiduous
Assault upon my being
Albeit foolishly
I let you in
With apprehension
Betwixt the passage
Of my cage of ribs
And allowed you
To stroke my heart
But only
For a little while
As it is so tender
So sensitive
So guarded
To the guiles, the
Wily wanderings
Of love.
I marvel
I fear that
The sharpness
Of cupid's
Unseen arrow
Has once more
Breached my
Defences
And i must
Surely
But, slowly
Surrender
To that opium
Called
Love
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