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A tall dark chocolate morsel
a drop of Kaluhi
a hint of passion
stopped me on the street
I was picking out flowers at
an outside market
he smoothly walked up behind
me and sniffed at the back of my neck
I didn’t jump cause I peeped him
out the corner of my eye
Said he smelled my aroma from
a distance it was sweet as
butterscotch 100% juicy off the
vine my grapes were so divine
Said he seen me a million times in
his dreams told me to close my eyes
and hold out my hands
a few seconds passed I felt a waxy
crackled paper across my palms
I opened my eyes there lay a dozen pink
roses with one red rose in the middle baby’s
breath and a card that read
“We will meet again my sweet one”
All I saw was the back of him walking back
down the street swaying Timberlands lying
and body saying I’m yours for the getting
© By Yvonne Coleman-Burney
Pen Name AqueenPassing
