12 Commas
I saw your name, I started to smile
Turning left now, only two more miles
My toes were wiggling, at the thought of you
Sipping, squishing, tasting your delight
You're disappearing slowly, out of sight
Your name is intoxicating, so is your taste
You're to be sipped, not gulped down in haste
Pulling up, parking, taking out the key
Happy are my lips, hips, and ooh-my tummy
Copyright © Adrienne Gresham | Year Posted 2012
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