I’ve never been one for fruit and I’ve been one for girls but the fruit is ripe but am I boyfriend ready; perhaps not, perhaps I never will be. Orange You Glad… you’ll never be my girlfriend or maybe you’re just looking for a bite, ouch.
Ripe
Season of love
Do you like?
Am I enough?
Fallen, picked, or plucked
From so many to be
If I have such luck
I guess we shall see
To only… or be in love
You and me
As I’m stripped and peeled
The inside of me
My fate is sealed
Is this happening?
To know, to feel
With you to be
The taste, the rush
A sweet confection
Becoming us
Natural selection
Love and lust
Lips an intersection
My beautiful girl
A flood
Not one word
The flavor, the touch
My world
This love
But this season
This time
Doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
So you won’t be mine
I’ll have no reason
And you’ll say goodbye
Ripe
Far better to be rotten
Won’t love me right?
My love for you stoppin’
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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