I was an entire package,
a complete everything.
He felt the urge to reveal my beauty’s aura & mystique ingredient,
as being peaches and cream.
The 1 in 4th odd in a Lottery tiel.
a one in a million drawings chance,
too the rawest sex appeal.
A chameleon’s approach to its zillionth layer’s peel,
every man’s-rich and poor’s vital dreamed will.
That once in a lifetime, never come again, 100% real.
A sweet down to earth, from birth genuine, type love’s one time deal.
A lotus predominantly grown from cement, a Hawaiian lei’s fragrance swept by a paradises scent.
A type of typically,
iconical stilled moment,
paused empiricism’s lackluster opponent.
A trapped ironic playback in Karma’s reel,
a thoughtful chaotic
habit, that licks teasingly at chills.
A taboo, perfectly brewed to soothe,
the Bermuda triangle’s angle,
to the juiciest forbidden fruit.
An everglade though, a rain forests fancy, waterfall’s root.
In all the wondrous ways his compliments beamed,
I enjoyed most,
that I was beautifully sweet,
like peaches and cream.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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