In the Courtyard, of the Queen
Breathes a fire.
Still. Serene.
She discovers, it is hers.
It is magic.
It endures.
In the Courtyard, of the Queen
Breathes a fire.
Still. Serene.
She discovers, it is hers.
It is magic.
It endures.
I've posted these before, but I believe they're worthy of a encore.
Dreamy drizzle
Drown her sigh ,
Splash of Bubbly
Down her thigh .
Diamond pearlets
Drip her chest ,
Wine is fine ,
But 'pagne is best .
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