A dancer and actor, Patrick Wayne Swayze
Captivated many with dancing skills he conveys
Football he would have pursued but he got an injury
Starring in Dirty Dancing, his dancing skills seemed gingery
Her morning stretches, are a feast for my eyes,
Like a golden sun in orange marmalade skies.
Brown sugar color, she is a delicious delight,
My bronze goddess, in the pale morning light.
She has a bountiful bosom like deep ocean blue,
Her gingery blonde hair with a honey glaze hue.
A candy apple bottom, peach leggins can’t hide,
Baby girl is a delicious taste in my hungry eyes.
My eyes are earthen vessels that drinks her in,
She is a visual buffet, where my desire begins.
Her curves linger on the taste buds of my sight,
A sensory symphony, that pleases my appetite.
Her scent is like vanilla on her Coca-Cola figure,
A variety of tastes, makes my eyes grow bigger.
But amid the spectrum, one flavor indeed stands,
A delicious sight, created by God’s skillful hands.
As daylight bares this one-dish casserole surprise,
I savor her delectable beauty that charms my eyes.
She’s nature’s culinary masterpiece, a visual treat,
A delicious taste in my eyes, this woman so sweet.
The gingery dawn of a blissful day
Highlights the silent beauty in an otherwise
dishevelled hair.
And those eyes, yes, those eyes,
Lost in her innocence whenever
she smiles;
Anesthesia for the downtrodden,
the weak of physique, and spirits broken.
As if with the gentlest of touch, that smile
can soothe the greatest of pain
Even for a little while.
Miraculous it is that in a moment with such
The sickly heart flutters reminded of hope
and enlivened with love,
That thenceforth hers shall be the norm
by which Beauty be measured,
And with it jealousy that only once before,
to Psyche, was rendered.
Tasty gingerbread boy
frosted or plain
cookie so sweet
gee, what a treat!
Gingery gingerbread
(maybe a little cinnamon too,
can't tell ...)
oh, but its swell
just nibbling on you!
Raisins for a smile
warm and yummy
gingerbread yesterdays
fill up my tummy
with a treasure of memories
all wrapped in a smell ...
gee its swell
just nibbling on you!
Here stands a special place
With beauty all aglow
This lovely placed called home
where warmth and blessings flow
Sunshines upon by day
And moon keeps watch by night
Angels hovering close-by
With graceful wings insight
A wreath upon the door
hung there gingery
The porch is most inviting
For friends and family
Warmest hues of rainbow
Surround the walls with love
Sweetest scent of flowers
Yields fragrance from above
The Olver's are gracious hosts
Each guess remembers well
Care for a cup of tea?
Do sit and rest a spell
Hearty conversation
Plenty of good cheer
That's why this house is special
It's memories we hold dear
Squeeze lemon on strange fishy tales.
Pick plasters gingery, while fondling the phone.
Lick long melted lines of Lolita ice-cream.
Sink their teeth into fingers of the hand that feeds them.
Chucks innocent chickens into cock fighting rings.
Knocks over tables and laughs. Ever-so-secretly,
Wraps a vibrator, in paper, with red, printed kisses
Then posts it to that mad nun in Black Narcissus
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