Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa, I’m in love, and
she is it
Pea green eyes, set in a
satin skin
It sounds contrived, but when
she opens them
Her gaze sucks me right in
Her lips are candy perfect
Her hairs combine to glow
I raise the curtain
skirts her face
I love this girl I know

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