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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
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
"Cherry"
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
It's been a while :)
feathernoises
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
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