Heart Palpitations

~I’m so romantically inclined Her name is Rosa Marie Ripe as tomato on a vine Voluptuous hips, legs splendidly, reaching always up to hips, you see ~A goddess as a female form Heart’s on fire for juicy tomato Hype of ripe way past standard norm Like an addiction that won’t let go, and whirlwind that just won’t slow ~She sways a ways and I phase The swelling of her melons The cooing of her voice and ways Would cause men to commit felons, have heart eruptions like Saint Helen’s ~Seeing is pleasing to one’s heart My awesome, my sweet enough to eat Stacked like groceries on a cart Heart palpitation's failure at discrete, at seeing all of Rosa, such a treat For and in honor of Francine Roberts And Contest Make Me Swoon