Fruits of Love
My love tastes like strawberry wine
He is made from fruit of my mind
I prayed for his chocolate divine
Kisses so engaging one loses time
My love smells like frosted rain
Dripping intoxicating like pink champagne
I could never leave you I am trained
To be loyal and true to your gain
My love feels like silky cashmere
Warm and charmed beige no fear
Disarming you as you hold me near
Alarming a heart that the one is here
Blueberry breath upon my neck
Making me so satin soft and wet
Blackberry touches stain my dress
Fruits of love oh so blessed
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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