Lonely hearts remain absent,
Distracted by my presence
In love with me, brings complacency,
Contentment, abundance of me,
Love overflowing, like the aroma,
Surrounded by a bed of roses,
And the finest magnolias,
Southern Belle, within
The sanctity of my heart,
No morning glory, “love in vain,”
Depleted, as
Lonely hearts bleed empty,
Desire festers within,
Within the epitome of
Southern hospitality.
Demure personality,
A flirtatious being,
Obscured sexuality, sewn within the seams,
With a hint of sensuality, mirrored in her eyes
Only a few chosen will loosen, modest clothes,
Disclose, honeysuckle beneath the blackberry tree,
Sweet as honey, berry tasty juice.
Only a sweet and potatoes man will dew,
Brown sugar, sweet, like soft butter on
A lightly toasted roll, seared into his spirit,
Consumption, over indulge on every grain,
Corn fed on hot water cornbread, in an
Iron cast soul.
Red velvet, a cozy, upholstery of,
Apple Blossoms, living in completeness,
In this atmosphere
Of the sultry, summer sizzle, pecans,
Basking in the southern sun, composing
Harmony in the warm breeze, trees brush
The wind’s esteem, admiring love in the air,
Rooted in old southern charm,
With a new city flair,
Lonely hearts well runs dry
Abandoned loneliness, by the wayside,
By the welcomed signs of open hearts.
Cling to mats outside love’s door,
Waiting on opportunity, for my soul, to
Kick dust off, and fall between the fibers,
Laying a recipe for love to the breed as thick as mud,
Nodding as I Walk by, with the quaintness of a smile,
Never a stranger, waving layers of,
Intimacy wrapped in loyalty, dipped in honesty,
Overwhelmed with quality, and giving,
Gratifying, satisfying physical and mental needs,
Guaranteed to please, tip your hat, sit back
On the porch of life, as you taste the bitter
Lemon’s sweeten, in a tall glass of ice tea.
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