A Sweet Ghazal |
I may call you Goddess, Sweet Pea, or Cupcake
And I shan't deny you gold, myrrh, nor cupcakes
You're so beautiful, my Desert Queen
I've seen you dressed in the desert like a cupcake
But you're most beautiful naked; milk white tits
Freckled skin, and wide hips like a cupcake
My life's a dream and every morning I wake up
Next to you, what a sweet surprise, my cupcake
We only see each other eye to eye and walk side by side
Except when you're face down and I'm eating you like a cupcake
Every challenge, trial, and challenger
We meet head on- ice them off like cupcakes
You're a lucky man, John, with that jaded nihilistic
Hedonistic siren. Sure I am. She's my cupcake.
copyright 2017
John LaMar
Elison |