Archive | December 2015

Sweet Box…

There it is, in earnest he exulted,
Atop the shelf…the scarlet box,
With silver ribbons braided,
Twirling around like curly locks.

Filled with jewels of deep desire,
’tis an object of taste profound,
The salve for a man’s ire,
He said, staring with affection abound.

Sweet memories carefully encased,
Reminiscing moments precious,
With the sweet of your love laced,
’tis emanates an aroma luscious.

A glimpse is what he craved,
Of the morsels of palatal pleasure,
Asleep softly and neatly cased,
To be awakened by a swift gesture.

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