Poetry for the Seasons
Every season has its poem...
How revealing
Nothing could be more appealing
Glistening in the hot summer sun
Warming her delicate flesh
Her skin like velvet on my lips
I can't help but take a bite
It's my summertime Delight
It is my wish that
She be mine
An Apricot Tart I will make!
First I will take her
And then. . . I will bake her
Of course not forgetting to
Crimp her and pinch her
Flip her upside down
Apricot Tarte Tatin You're All mine!
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