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by Natalie Aug 12, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
You sit in that bowl So pure and refined Dark purple and red I just cannot hold back I dig through your flesh With a cold, hard spoon And scoop some of you out I get prepared Prepared to lick you clean Prepared to eat you whole So what's stopping me? Here I go Into my mouth, Your sweet berry goodness Raspberries and blackberries Here I come, sorbet!