By The Streetlamp
Flavor of eve grows rancid
Neath this lamp where all was sweet
Minty eyes savoring lips
Buffet of emotions thrilled;
But candy coated with lies
You were not mine to relish
Appetizer I the least
On her tart walks on this street.
Contest: Sense Of Taste, Nette Onclaud
July 28, 2025
Copyright © Noel Onat | Year Posted 2025
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