Wrong Again
I had never seen anything more beautiful.
The scape of it was
snow white and as light as clouds.
The golden heat might of undone
a lesser man but not me.
Let it burn baby let it burn.
This desert was the most beautiful
sight I had ever witnessed.
No one ever told me
there were flowers in a desert.
I wondered what was underneath
if you got through that blanket of...
I imagined a chocolate raspberry mousse.
Was I hallucinating?
Maybe but who cared.
All my senses were alive.
I could smell it.
I could touch it.
Now I wanted to taste it.
The whip cream,
the flaming Grand Marnier,
the velvet textured...
What?
Desert has a double "s".
You mean Dessert.
..........ahhhh ****!
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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