It's a fruit and a flavor
Could be a hue of a color
A tint and a pigment
A portrait and scent
Sometimes, they're your cheeks
The warmth of bright crimson blatant
It's a rare feeling that seeks
An affection in a full crescent
It could be accessories, too
The way those glossy cherries shine
In a hard denim fabric
Embroidered patches on light or navy blue
Stickers on faces, easily frantic
And chains just beneath your exposed mid-thighs
It's innocent, bold, and compulsive
They sparkle within your eye
Its pure nectar peregrinates through your veins
Becoming your blood and cry
It's a powerful topping
That's why you're on top
It's sugary and charming
But you aren't sweet enough
My first glances did not quite match my perceptions
Forming a glossary of you is just an easy favor
Who else would thought that they couldn't be the next victim?
Because it's true that "cherry" is just a fruit and a flavor