Midnight.
Moonlit: A Curvaceous Honey.
Tenderly, My Thoughts Of Her.
Pur, Of A Purer Her, Her Utter Happiness Will Allow.
WOW, She's Dreamy.
Dreamy Thoughts Of Her Creamy Amongst My Most Familiar Scenery.
Journey With My Desperately Into The Twilight Doll That Is Midnight.
Midnight.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 11th, 2023 21:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Fellow Poetz.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 6
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