This Pie

Dessert so sweet that we’ll heat – then prepare to eat right under the moon using a spoon; let’s eat soon. I want to feed you; feed me too! That’s what we’ll do. Oh, this pie makes me sigh; so delighted am I. Your love I taste; make haste. Don’t let it go to waste. This pie, my dove, and the fruit thereof – filled with love! A tart that was made with your heart right from the start. Eat it with me – love so free – to eat happily! I can eat with my man eating straight from the pan. Knew that this would feel so good – the way that it should! Aug 14, 2020 For Funom Makama's Keen Observations I Poetry Contest