Wednesday, February 16, 2011

They Call Me Ugli

They may call me Ugli
I ignore what they may say
Inside counts without a doubt
I’m beautiful inside and out




Look at me – I’m beautiful
Freshly plucked and fresh
Fingers eagerly remove my peel
My inner sweetness revealed

I’m opened wide for all to see
She puts me in her mouth
Bursting inside like a solar eclipse
She tastes my juice upon her lips
 
 
 

2 comments:

  1. Okay ... off to go get an orange ... mouth watering poem. Quite literally.

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