you smell so sweet and good.
Your rich dark skin,
dressed in silky white,
makes my heart yearn and
ache for you.
combined in perfect unity,
that make you so perfect in my eyes.
The eggs alone won’t do,
nor just the milk and sugar.
But just the right amount,
with flour,
salt,
vanilla,
and soda,
baked to perfection,
it’s what makes you,
Cupcakes,
so lovely
and desirable to me.
for all my love for you,
I know that others
need you more.
And for this reason I give them you,
and your heart, a perfect ring.
2 comments:
I'm only seeing food love here. :-) Am I missing something? (thanks for the visit.)
Well... yes.
Originally it was a poem written for a group of girls, was intended to be more fun that actually good. Upon reviewing it, it realized it wasn't... er... half bad, but I the last part seemed a little cheezy to me so I decided to end it before that part.
If you'd like to know what that missing part is, I can repost the poem for you.
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