Musings by The Poet Loriet
Apple Pie
I feel vibrantly alive,
almost mad with creativity
as an electric zing
cores my center as if
I were a poison apple.
Don't spit me out.
Not just yet.
I'm acidic but sweet
and feel electrified
with passion.
I could make love
like a wildcat
if you don't mind
the morning-after
claw marks.
Go ahead.
Take a bite.
Peel me open
and suck my nectar.
I polished my
wineskin for you.
Do I tempt you?
You are as predictable
as Pavlov's dog.
It's human nature.
Lori Beal
almost mad with creativity
as an electric zing
cores my center as if
I were a poison apple.
Don't spit me out.
Not just yet.
I'm acidic but sweet
and feel electrified
with passion.
I could make love
like a wildcat
if you don't mind
the morning-after
claw marks.
Go ahead.
Take a bite.
Peel me open
and suck my nectar.
I polished my
wineskin for you.
Do I tempt you?
You are as predictable
as Pavlov's dog.
It's human nature.
Lori Beal
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