ATTENUATE
A wee dram of malt whisky is savoured neat ~ attenuated with ice cubes for those petite.
8 / 11 / 2026.
Pretty and petite is she
She wears glasses well
She smiles so nicely luv
She sets mine emotions
In internal craving of luv
With a turmoil out of nid
To be with her n to know
All she is about all she be
All she is hiding timidly
Behind that tame smile
Of hers that's me smitten
My one darling of dreams
It is you my heart craves
#254MusingOfRimiLuv
SALMA
She was unlike your ordinary gal
She was classy pretty and petite
She had an ensnaring personality
She had all the sort curves so nice
She had me imagining quite a lot
She made me go gagas and gigaga
She was a bat to the co bi oriented
She loves me in her own unique way
She made me forgo alot in persuit
She made me yearn and long for her
She was content to my touch n feel
She is that girlie love never forgotten
She was all the essence of Angelica
She was an angel in human skin see
#Salma254One4Luv
Autumn Petite, a small elf from the dell
was announced by a messenger holding a shell
he gave her such an intro, we were all amazed
She was not like other elves, not one tiny bit crazed
She had some firm ideas, but we were used to that
Being gnomes and trolls, we were accustomed to chewing the fat
She had a good brain, and some of her logic was sound.
In fact, we did not mind one bit having this pretty elf around.
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.
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 ****?
We both got drunk,
in briefness of
wine of pleasure...
We die for an instant
in the succinct eternity
of Petite Mort.... !
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 plunges a phallic object into her sheath’’,
divine spending in euphoric wishing death.
The force like flow in quick gentle mercy know
all in love pleasing wilt ravish in great joy.
Involutionary tension to reactive kundalini,
chakras natural image correspondence Genie.
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!
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
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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.
petite hands
molding my heart like clay
motherhood
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, fusing you and me
Exceptional she, and she will become
She being the Petite Poetess
Simply, she's the one.
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
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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