If I were a fruit…
I would be a Scarlett sparkle
Bursting through a deep peep,
Whole of energy or maybe quite sassy,
Like a salsa cherry… Fine dined and merry.
I’d be an occasion of elegant decision, like gently picking
The best present, a perfect gradient, a palette with talent,
Of your Lips-stick to my drips, and yearn more.
The want to squeeze and pour into wine,
Seasoned and preserved for another precious time,
But you’re wondering the scene beneath the mime,
Of Raspberry Bellini, you didn’t see me, A midst your passion,
Because I’m the attraction in abundance,
Like a Sundance, just one glance, like Jasmine, a great plant,
I’d spread my existence…. Enchanting Eden of luscious little limes
Fine lined my follicle nature; Indian ivy couldn’t find me so clear
The answer is in there… Somewhere
And rare…Just have to break me
From the bunch…Desserts of little tastes
I am your grape
Before Your
Lunch…
Goddess AímeMoi