My Strawberry
Thomas Turner

You are my strawberry.
    You are the cream of the crop.
You’re tasty. You’re juicy.
    I love you. I’ll never stop.

Your plump, red lips
    taste as sweet as wine.
Your pearly, white teeth
    sparkle like snow in the winter time.

Your flesh is warm and fine –
    as delicate as a fresh picked berry –
picked from its green, dangling vine
    on a pleasant morning of Spring.

Your eyes are the enchanting seeds –
    the strength of my every living day.
Your kind, gentle words fill my needs;
    for you soothe my desires in every way.

Whenever I kiss you,
    there exists a strange sensation.
I love to hold you,
    just to feel your delicate vibration.

There is magic whenever we touch –
    a cloud bursting spontaneously………
bursting with love that we adore so much,
    bursting with pure, sweet energy.

I can’t measure the love
    that I have for you
and to live without your love
    is something I shall never want to do.

For, you are a blessing
    from head to toe.
You are my strawberry
    and I love you so.

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