I am not here to make love to you.
Not tonight.
I am here so you can bask
in my light,
kiss the feet of my heart,
and make love
to my brilliance.
I am here to be wondered at,
as I wish you to see me
for what I am—
gold is my heart,
my hair,
my skin.
I wish for you to take my soul to bed,
and for your heart to sigh,
knowing I am the breath of fresh air
it needed all along.
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Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
Copy Editor: Taia Butler
Social Editor: Catherine Monkman
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