Sorceress’s Apprentice
I write you poems and cannot stop
Because of your admonishment:
“More poems! Each one the last to top;
I wait on their accomplishment.”
I have no more to offer you
Except for my poor poet’s tongue,
And as each poem seems one too few
I find that I am never done.
Apprenticed to you Sorceress
I’m drowning in a sea of words.
This is a task most torturous,
Lest you cry “Halt!” I can’t be cured.
Until at last I hear you say
“Enough” I must write poems all day.
One of my favorites of your poems, just a few words stirs the imagination. Thank you, my poet.
haha slave mickey getting dommed by minnie!