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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