Sprinkled With You Poem by WIN VENTURA

A pinch of fire on my tongue,
A swirl of charm where dreams are hung.
You call me darling—light as mist,
And I reply with a poet's twist.

A wink in verse, a smirk in rhyme,
You tempt the stars to dance in time.
Each word we toss is flirt and flame,
And oh, you set my sparks to game.

If you were sugar, I'd stir you slow,
Into my tea where secrets flow.
If I were wind, I'd blow your beardy hair,
And whisper mischief everywhere.

So here's a sprinkle, cheeky and bright,
For your morning, your mood, your starry night.
And if the world grows dull or gray,
Just call me—I'll charm it away. 💋

By: - WIN VENTURA