This Pie
Dessert so sweet that we’ll heat – then prepare to eat
right under the moon using a spoon; let’s eat soon.
I want to feed you; feed me too! That’s what we’ll do.
Oh, this pie makes me sigh; so delighted am I.
Your love I taste; make haste. Don’t let it go to waste.
This pie, my dove, and the fruit thereof – filled with love!
A tart that was made with your heart right from the start.
Eat it with me – love so free – to eat happily!
I can eat with my man eating straight from the pan.
Knew that this would feel so good – the way that it should!
Aug 14, 2020 For Funom Makama's Keen Observations I Poetry Contest
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