A delicious one,
Acres of unending sugar cane,
Miles of rolling sorghum.
You're the first ear
Of green corn silked,
The best creamy taste
Of cows fresh milk,
The honey
Still in the comb.
You're big
And brilliant,
And my eyes can't even see
All there is of you.
My arms and hands expand
And try to hold you while you dance,
And try to take all that is you
Into me.
-jenn
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