by Green L  Meadows III

I raised her up and toasted

The occasion of her, smiling.

She sparkled in her hourglass-shaped crystal.

She is brilliant, and she has aged to her finesse.

She has a fragrance of an orchard of cherry trees,

With the charm of passion, chocolate, and love.

She is simple, yet vibrant.

She is the evidence of evolution.

I tilted her, and tasted her earthiness.

Her taste is rich, as French vanilla.

She older and has more savored.

She is soft and elegant.

She’s my honey and butter,

Her aftertaste is sweet,

Rather, a bitter ending.

She kissed me,

And ignited all my insanity.

@Green L  Meadows III 2012


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