.
no doubt
annnd
i'd eat in front uv'er
not
uh
morsal
mmmm
muhnch
think she likes
fried chicken
i don't gator
i mean
cater
tuh no ornery human eat'n
reptile
Blue--a "vision" of beauty is the blueberry loaded with blue
Blue--"gentle" the dew as it kisses each tender morsal of skin
Blue--soft and "quiet" the foosteps that approach the bush loaded with blue
Blue--cobalt blue blueberries "excite" the taste buds as they touch the tongue
Blue--blueberry crunch'n warm from the oven cinnamon 'aroma" fills the air
Vision__sight
gentle__touch
quiet__hear
excite__taste
aroma__smell
A "vision" of the blueberry bush loaded with its blue
Awesome gift of "touch" granted to caress each berry
During morn's "quiet", gently embraced by the dew
One picked to "excite" the taste buds, two picked while I tarry
Many picked for dessert, "aroma" floats, awaits cream from dairy
Flavors Marry
Written: Saturday October 24, 2015
I fancy we have known each other long before
on some distant land, on some distant shore
such is our closeness of mind and thought,
such are the things together we have wrought.
How quick you are my moods to sense,
to soothe away my stress-and mind, tense
with worry and anxiety
quick to guide me to some calming beauty.
What amazing things we have been thro' together,
braved all manner of trials in all manner of weather,
braved the darts and stings and pains of adversity
supported each other with love and sincerity.
I am truly blessed to have a friend so true
a friendship deep and ever new.
I cherish your kindness and your care
for I know your morsal of substance you would share.
You are a soul truly rare./
Thro' you dear friend the sky is more truly blue,
the roses in my garden more fragrant and of richer hue.
Tomorrows horizon is not so bleak
as your hopefulness and cheery spirit
support us both thro' each week./
SOFT AND SEXY BROWN EYES,
HAIR LIKE THAT OF SILK,
WITH LIPS THE TASTE OF HONEY,
AND SKIN AS SMOOTH AS MILK.
FULL AND SENUOUS BODY,
WITH BOSSOMS SOFT AND TRUE,
I SEE THEASE VISSIONS IN MY MIND,
WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU.
TO COVER YOU WITH WHIPCREAM,
AND LAY YOU ON THE BED,
AND LICK OFF EVERY MORSAL,
FROM YOUR FEET UP TO YOUR HEAD.
I DON'T MEAN TO BE SO CRUDE,
BUT SUCH A JOY I THINK WOULD BE,
JUST TO HAVE YOUR TENDR BODY ,
FOR ONLY ME TO SEE.
deep in the forest
chipmunk finds tasty morsal
extracts corns nectar
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