Layered In Crust And Trusted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I may appear to be layered in crust,
And trusted to mold to eventually rust.
Yet kept is a deliciousness to go untasted,
Although I know when kissed,
My lips are savored to be disbelieved...
By the one who comes and dares to touch.
With a doing from me to never leave.

I don't perceive myself gentle or overly sweet.
But like a book my cover...
Can deceive the contents inside I keep.
To remain fresh only for that special one...
Who approaches to remove the dust in one sweep.
To discover I am genuine and my sincerity is deep.

'I thought...? '

I know. Me too.
But in time your thoughts of me will grow.
To quench your thirst whenever you wish.

'I thought...? '

I know. Me too.
But let us both receive,
That which is 'now' being upon us bestowed.