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 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Lovely painting
On the wall
Into you
I wish I could fall

You are such
A wonderful scene
Your grass is
An incredible green

Beautiful skies
The deepest of blue
Sitting here for hours
Just looking at you

And your mountains
So majestic and real
Rub my hand across your canvas
All the paint I can feel

Just imagining
What a dream it would be
If I looked out my window
And you I did see

Every brush stroke
Done with precision and skill
Just to see you
It gives me a thrill

On my wall forever
With you I'll never part
Always holding
A special place in my heart
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label

Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover

Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****

I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most

I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket

When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach

Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave

In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve

I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
My elegant queen
Full of beauty and grace
Jewelry made of gold
Clothes of the finest lace

When I see you
It all seems surreal
Cannot control
These emotions I feel

Your hair soft like silk
Your eyes so sultry and dark
Whenever you're near
I feel a spark

You feel it too
I see that look in your eye
These feelings we have
We cannot deny

Let's surrender our souls
To our deepest desire
Let our bodies succumb
To the heat of this fire

A fire that burns
Deep down in our soul
I must have you now
To make me whole

You'll always be my queen
And I'll be your slave
This love that we shared
I'll take to my grave
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