She.
Published in
Jul 30, 2020
She wears a warm red dress
Exactly that time of day.
She sizzles and tickles your senses —
She does go out of her way!
She promises a great deal,
And you’re beyond control.
Years of learning forgotten in yearning,
You reach out in jubilant despair.
She asks you to wait
She asks for your patience
She asks for your approval
As she gets ready.
After the passing of an eternity,
She’s there at last —
A wondrous thing of beauty;
She will now break your fast.
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