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