July 21, 2015
4:11 pm
The Fiesta
Come just a bit closer
So I may feel the wetness
Of your soul quench my thirst
I have for you.
Let me sip the sprinkles
And
Drops
Leftover
As I swallow
The desires
Of your heart
I eat of the cake
You frosted
And baked
In my thoughts
Roll me in creme
Afternoon daydreams
With the stream
Of crisp
Apple pie
Al a mode
You are my Fiesta
Let me feast
On your love
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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