Aromas of her bake
We met
not quite set
her perfumes
flew over
to here
she smiled
not to beguile
or to snare
she was
as innocent
as a running hare
I smiled the pure
lady back
and she took
it for sure
we hit a string
like a deep sweet sting
she told me she had to bake
an exotic cake
she took the take
came back late
and said
here is your piece
dear please take
and you know
her sent aromas
wafting in air through her valleys
and left my heart and mind aflutter
and in a uncontrollable rally..........
in an uncontrollable rally.
not quite set
her perfumes
flew over
to here
she smiled
not to beguile
or to snare
she was
as innocent
as a running hare
I smiled the pure
lady back
and she took
it for sure
we hit a string
like a deep sweet sting
she told me she had to bake
an exotic cake
she took the take
came back late
and said
here is your piece
dear please take
and you know
her sent aromas
wafting in air through her valleys
and left my heart and mind aflutter
and in a uncontrollable rally..........
in an uncontrollable rally.
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