Glenn McCrary


Breakfast Before Daybreak


Her lips are as pink as the plume of a flamingo,
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her.



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