Tasty Poem by Lamar Cole

Tasty



The moon just hid behind the trees.
Looking tasty and sweet.
Like an orange sherbet ice cream treat.

Your love was tasty tonight.
Like an orange slice cake.
The kind that it takes time to bake.

Passion was out of sight tonight.
Love flying so high in the breeze.
That you could feel it rustling in the leaves.

Monday, June 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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