The Spell
Feels like a Dream,
Sweet like an Apple,
Forbidden but it Gleams,
Ravishing, irresistible,
The urge to nibble.
Breathtaking – so fragrant,
Ambrosial its every morsel,
Lasting like its petrichor
Gentle but potent, so strong
Is the spell cast on me?!
Sunken deep in its warmth,
Cozy like the feeling of fall;
Astray my senses; risqué intentions,
Not so cold, I'd still need a shawl.
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