My wings

Today I left my wings to fly,

broke my rules to glide beside,
free.

I had to sing a song to try,

on flames so purple, my lips would buy,
time.

In haste I moved so free and fresh,

I mapped my throne and rose at will,
certain.

Mischief gives a woman the edge then drive,

a gaze so intense it distracts, it pins,
dark.

Lost in thought, I flicked my head,

afro still fresh his fingers would mess,
crisp.

Its good I left my wings to fly,

if his feet will rise I won't be dry,
wet.

Its good I left my wings to fly,

for I have seen his heart, so wild,
again.

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Contents of my gym bag, For Ladybird

Jan 2019