Lemonade stand

She said

the magical

words

for the first time.

I guess I’ve

always known

deep in my heart.

She’s bowling

Petunia to a

stand,

and he does

not like to

miss the target.

She hits the

perfect pin,

the right

places my soul

is in need.

I’m getting

lingulata.

Crave her

purple vein...

lushy surfinia,

the bushy

escape.

I’ll eat

your body

in more ways

your voice

breaches

my rocky

crust tangerines

I want your

double lollies,

the flavor

leaves

an after taste

that keeps

me hungry.

I’ll whip

them with

my frictional

Jelly till

they’re

berry

cheesy.

Petunia

hits

the frosting,

moisty

toppings

of

Surfinia leafage.

I’m not rushing...

Slow

brewing...

lots of noises,

you call me

bubba

and I add

more honey.

Huuuh! Huh!

Baby.