The world is majestic;
Beautiful close-up.
But what would our world be
Without the colors that make it up?
...
She is beautiful,
Voluptuous, seductive.
When I’m around her
I become more productive.
...
I walk onto a
Dark, grassy field.
Under a purple sky,
With nice things to yield.
...
Intense heat As she breathes on my face. My face starts to sweat. My heart starts to race.
A bitter-sweet apple, A scarlet white rose. Memories return. My eyes begin to close
...
Out in the cold,
The rain soaking me,
I walk with my shovel
To set myself free.
...
I stand at the pile,
With a torch in hand.
I’ll burn all these things
To a pile of sand.
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Ode To A Burger
Crispy, Soft,
Warm and sweet.
Take me now,
Oh precious meat.
I caress the spongy,
Crispy exterior.
Now that I’m with you,
Other food seems inferior.
I take a small bite,
Your taste, I savor.
My personal drug
Is your flame-broiled flavor.
I finish the burger.
Our love, I conclude.
My bliss turns to sadness.
I need some more food.