Honey
sweet melody
heralds her passing,
carried on
Meat
-y thighs, proud
and strong in who
she is. Hips swaying like
Pears
heavy on the branch,
ripe in the noon
sun. Joyously, plump
Strawberry
lips spread into
a smile, reaching
golden delicious
Apples
her cheeks, genuine,
when the smile touches her
eyes, newly washed
Blackberries
glistening in a bowl
of heavy cream, making you
warm like freshly baked
Bread
minutes from the oven,
steam curling up, butter
melting. She is true
Coffee
hair caught in a breeze, framing
her face, leaving vanilla
dreams in her wake.
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