Peaches & Cream Themed

It delighted him, 

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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