Sunday, April 21, 2013

Crème, Tripled, One Succumbs

Sun down, this night,
We meet again.
I doest declarest:
    Ye might be the fairest I've ever encounteredest.
Lest my mind play tricks on me
You enchant me more with every meeting.
The emperors and lords could not find a more
Luxurious, more satisfying snack in all the lands!
Gentle crunch tickles the teeth
    Sweet fruit teases the buds
        Smooth crème leaves the senses enchanted
Oh!
I would forego the escape of swirling Mara
Just to keep you near.

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