Dated: March 18, 1997
She slept near him,
She wispered and watched
The Winter Wind.
Over-thinking the young man
Lathered and drooled when he saw her
It was like a chocolate pound playing musically
With a petal rose,
And the winter wind
Shot Madly away
From the Storm and
Then the Summer wind baked in
Which started to cook and seem to boil
While the comfort from the chocolate lathered their bodies.
@ copyright 2012. By~ Cindy Bradley