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My Li'l Violent Femme!
Her lips are enshrined
so deep in My mind.
I can’t shake them.
With kisses, they swoon Me,
yet when She is gloomy,
they persuade or condemn.
They chuckle and chide
and make Me tongue-tied—
a Boy, yet again.
They pierce My wounds,
they sear and dragoon—
Her diadem!
How can She argue
sharp phrases aperçu,
and still be My gem?
She is! She is!
My heart melts in a fizz!
My li’l violent femme!
so deep in My mind.
I can’t shake them.
With kisses, they swoon Me,
yet when She is gloomy,
they persuade or condemn.
They chuckle and chide
and make Me tongue-tied—
a Boy, yet again.
They pierce My wounds,
they sear and dragoon—
Her diadem!
How can She argue
sharp phrases aperçu,
and still be My gem?
She is! She is!
My heart melts in a fizz!
My li’l violent femme!
Published 27th Mar 2017
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