I’m not often caught by surprise, used to be common til I
Drowned in men’s lies, and then you appeared before me
Like a cloud across the sky, better keep moving lest you
Get caught by surprise; see this Southern belle as a quest
You need to con, or fall for her completely…wouldn’t
That be fun? Oh geez don’t let my bud catch any of
Your dew, for the heart squeezes tight when it
Considers me and you; berries on the bush, yes
The temptation is one for the ages, whispering
“Live your truth” are the voices of the sages; and
We shall surely dance around this rhythm we
Know; marionettes flail their arms and legs
As we clap for the show; gentle is the touch,
Sweet your very taste, lustful on the vine,
Your hands are full of grace. Throw caution
To the Wind, let your freedom find a trail,
No justification needed when you
Set that final sail. This is but a rhyme,
Don’t be so morose, figure a bag of candy
Is sweeter than your prose, and just as I have you,
You’d surely take flight, as a bird with healed
Wings after a grounded fortnight.
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