Foxy-Poptart

Bluebirds fluttering as joyful as my own captured heart their sweet song welcoming the good heath within our home. Indian Peacock feathers are so beautiful and fine yet have no comparison to the beauty of your smile when you see me enter the room, like those tiny birds in our delicate birdcage I am ensnared in your web of desire. Robins sing their hearts' desires just as I whisper sweet nothings to soothe you in the night, Soft, feather light fingertips tracing those familiar curves. Doves are so white and pure, symbolising the love we share, how Aphrodite must have planned for us to meet, And like Noah's dove, I will guide you to our sacr