i’m not a saint


Butterfly Kisses by Dita Omuri

lovely fairy fingers, —

mine…
tight waist with bust of a beam
and a cup of nectar, —
my seductive attire…
fine gold thread, — my ankles…
nice and petite crystalline, —
my laugh…
born the colors of his eyes… —
the one I belong to… —
I’m not a saint, I’m better,
I am his… forever
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Billy Raffoul │ Nicole Atkins

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