MY GUILTY PLEASURES
Guilty little pleasures on high
Sweet divinities raised on a blissful ride
Melting magic dripping off a special pride
Sigils of love bringing on joyful, longing cries!
Say my name and I will yours
Absence of inhibitions, all but tender cures
Let us leave behind those sickly fires
Breathing on life and its mighty, brilliant drives!
A poem by ©Chriselda Barretto
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Chriselda Barretto 