Sweats and Sweets
The day began with stress, coffee and sex,
Hot sweat was running down my face and back;
Today, our wedding day and we are wrecks.
He gives me some sweet chocolate to snack,
Our love is endless, I tell the kleenex.
My dress is tight, sweating, panic attack!
He gives to me donuts, a big dipper,
But sweet, this love, today and forever.
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May 25, 2015
Poetry/Ottava Rima/Sweats and Sweets
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All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
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