by April Bender
How beautiful!
That cheese encrusted on my plate, I want it.
Scrape, scrape,
I lick it off my fork and
puuuurrrrrrrr...
This is love.
Once again, I've been swept off my feet by
cheesy, unconditional love.
And I'll go back for more,
all the love I can get,
on a plate, in a cup, in a cone, down to the bone.
There is no one I turn away from.
I never turn away from love.
I long to be filled up with love.
Scrape, scrape.
Suck the last bit of love off.
I'll glide home aglow with my
sweet, cheesy, unconditional love.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Writing is a passion that has lived deep within my bones for as long as I can remember. I believe that while the written word may not always be pretty, it must be true and if possible, captivating.
Last updated September 06, 2011