Twirl of sweet of black arose from small round head with nose of slim small
Two teeth of white pearl sparkled bright twinkling throughout the night
Little rotund is a sugar free of guile and treachery as she glimmered red brown in the night
Rolling around free in bed of soft cotton feathers she tossed them up and down cooing papa papa papa
Love Love the colors she said on each dove’s head as they kissed cheeks of sweet innocence red as she blushed sweetly divine
Teeth flashing coquette she accepted compliments in hands of dainty control
Fiery Fiery is the temper and progressive thought as she stood tall and flashed eyes of heavily lashed with surges of power
I am I am she said my Father’s one who will wage all for love of whom
By
Felicia McCaw
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