Divine Witch Seductive: A Poem

In the crush of a sunless afternoon on a quest,

My ex pops from the shade of my message box.

Barely dressed.

Her face, a quiet puzzle—

promising passion, great sex,

eyes like grayish emerald-onyx after rain,

mouth pretty and pink,

better than the rest.

And those shorts—

Jesus, I said.

Most amazing I’ve ever seen.

Perfection packed in one place,

fake-nice or real-mean,

I wouldn’t care a trace. ❤️

But alas,

she’s friendly and sweet,

attentive at her peak each time we meet.

Sends pics under covers sublime,

and once, cooking spaghetti sauce—no meat, just fine.

So thank you, divine Witch seductive,

my old pal with perfect shorts.

So sweet.

Need a laugh, need a spark?

I’ll ditch the sports.

Just flip my message box open,

and wait for pictures of your new shorts. 😊😆

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Just having a little fun, guys. 😇