The moon was full
the night my stare caught your eye
I burned three shades of crimson
as I pointed to the sky.
You smiled and winked
from across the room
as I grinned and
mounted my riding broom.
You hitched a ride
and we both took flight
and there began
our wicked night
of love and magic
that burned too bright.
Oh this is so beautiful. Love explained in such wicked way 👍
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Thank you. So glad you liked it.
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This is great. “Mount up for coven cove.” Another mighty fine poem.
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Thanks, Bill. I like the sound of “Coven Cove”. Might be inspiration for another poem.
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