A Delicious Taste in My Eyes
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.
Copyright © James Dukes | Year Posted 2023
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