If I lied about knowing love.
In your mind would I increase,
In value?
Would I be someone you might chase,
To teach.
Tease my appetite,
With a taste of your peach?
Or would you offer me tomatoes...
From your garden.
With each piece sliced, diced and spiced
To please.
Or would you have me on my knees...
To taste cream you wish me to whip,
Into cheese you would prefer I lick!
I so want to know about love!
And how...
After testing,
I could rest upon your nest!
Your melons are wonderful.
And that onion of yours...
Smells nice and fresh!
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