I am your mischief. I am your Miss Chief. You can be my Mr Chief any day, any time, any place.
Come to me with that most glorious mischievous soul and it could rekindle my soulfire in any hurricane.
My laughter is always kind, my mischief is always sweet, because my aim is always to lift you into an emotionally happy space.
Mischievous is when creativity and love come together to lift us both up with a bit of levity. It is when we let petals sail the wind and find joy in whatever way they land.
I'm only mischievous with you because I love you so very much. You are my big splash. You are the one who left sweet fingerprints upon my soul, prints that became sources of ever-warmth.
In my sense of mischief there is innocence and love, and when I do these things I hope feel that it is my attempt to bring us joy.
My mischievous soul is somewhat childish, I grant you that. But it keeps me feeling more alive that I could otherwise ever be. And so, I invite you into my soul, to share this vibrant space, to find a home and comfort in being so very loved.
Mischievous is part of my heart-song, part of the way I play. So, I pray, please laugh along with me and see the mirth for the bond that was intended.
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