poetry

crush

so vibrant and bubbly
full of energy
bottled up and ready to explode

the sweet taste of your curves
beautiful and divine
i’ve struck the motherlode

it’s too bad there’s only so much
to go around each time
but man is it worth it

oh sweet nectar of the gods
i am never satisfied after just one
and i’ll drink up every last bit

you make me smile so wide
my happiness knows no bounds
whenever i’m holding you

how do i make it last?
why must it end?
what am i to do?

(i guess i’ll go to the store
and get another)

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