Petite Poems - Poems about Petite

Marvelous redheaded ballerina think she is petite I think her overconfidence is truly rather sweet Her tutu is a bit snug, but I find this endearing too. Grateful that I no longer feel I have to wear a tutu....

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Everence, most evenness scenes ever. The cremated remains last. Can I return it for a difference? Zealous, jealous, and conscientious, emanated outward, giggles and grins. Can I re-petite ****?...

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We both got drunk, in briefness of wine of pleasure... We die for an instant in the succinct...

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Straight to the cares of sweetest pleasure, souls flying from hence to dopamine treasure. Honey fragrance silver sensation well, weaken consciousness loss of mind to tell. Post inferior nervous spasm fainting episode, the cultural link between coitus and death. Anger management at the intimate edge, Champagne sipping la petite mort alleged. Glorious salvation by Shakespeare intentions, the laughing crowd entertained by symbolic intervention. “For she...

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Red and blue In the sun; On an island Near the coast- Strange and Bizarre flower, With blissful scent, Feverishly spent! Heart of the morning, And the color- Of the sunset, On skies of blue. My little flower, So savagely wild!...

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Come and sit, ma petite kit come, sip Sip a small bit. I'll sing you a song, here's my love come, purr.. let me curl your fur, as you sleep soft like sheep, I silently peep as I promise to keep dear, you safe and sound here. 12-9-19 Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet https://www.howmanysyllables.com...

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I love your naked body A canvas for my claws In the midst of pain and pleasure Your bound to do it all From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort You feel the little death Only one rose knows your name But the thorns are why you came....

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petite hands molding my heart like clay motherhood...

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Petite she may be, but her words say otherwise Extremely intelligent, simply read through her writes Themes of mix, appropriates my eyes Inner thoughts of her peripheral, leaves me to sigh Testament to her faith Everlasting, it's in her eyes Poetry plays a part, massively in her life Outwardly there's that smile, wonderfully rife Emitting, oozing warmth, infectious she be Thermal is her heart,...

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Unfettered she arose my consciousness Desirable alluring petal Lone rose from the dirt pile Beautiful African luscious eve Killing me with each sway Swooning me with every pose. I desired her. The prize whom all men kill and war for. My pricey win. The animal in me yearned, Hence, i went chasing and I got lucky Fortunate Adonis in heat. My presence rooted her to the spot, I...

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For it could be seen Someone else, other than me I would choose a geisha girl Walk on wooden shoe In my small, petite like steps Artist of the unseen world...

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There once was a girl petite Who wasn't all that sweet But was the one That everyone Simply just HAD to meet...

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. Modestly the indulger of write inch by inch with charge ...

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I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long. My memory disappears whenever things go wrong, My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I. And who were all the people that I did espy, When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again. Thank goodness my brother came along on his...

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On a cobblestone path, All the remnants of a love that was Like outstretched arms Trees dance in the wind The branches needlessly trying to Grasp the petite memories Holding them tight, refusing to let go As the last drops of wine slip from Your glass into your mouth Announcing the final beat of a love that was...

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