Day 57
Oh, dear delicious berry
In red, black and blue
Lord, the sweetness
How I crave for you!
Is it the season or just my desire
That I wish to desperately savour you.
In jellies, jams, juices and cheese cakes
I have thought merely of you.
My sweet, sour, pulpy, juicy berries
All I want is you!
Hungry as she was.
Hungry as she may be.
Hungry for the sweetness
That eludes her soft brown tummy.
Hunger of the heart.
Hunger of the soul.
Hunger of the season.
Satisfied by the bowl.
π
[My last line could be better.]
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This was great!! πππ»
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Thank you. π
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