mine littles miss
When I was little
I’d look down and
see her tiny
her auburn flowing tresses
the pixy’s eyes beaming staring up
her trembling lips lisping longing for
my kiss
When I was little
I’d feel her pixy cute
when against mine chest
her nymph’s
warm
When I was little
I looked down into her tiny
and promised her
my love
*how I so wanted to keep that promise
*the title is “mine little’s miss” but poetrysoup
won’t allow special characters (little’s) in Titles
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2019
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