Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Aimée

She is the ink so sweetly painted,
in a portrait or on skin the flash of furry friendliness a giggle from within A ball of lightning texture a warmth exudes akin. She shapes a world around her flavoured and full of light A touch of fresh dew or awake in the night. She burns on and on, like a flicker eternal humble and loyal, clever and kind. Wakes you up with a hug and goodnight with a sing and she purrs like a kitten and moves like the wind.



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