Let’s make cream
For every desert
From strawberries
To blueberries
To what under that shirt.
Let’s make it sweet
To counter the tart
From wicked decadence
To your beating heart.
Let’s make cream
That has a drizzle of red
When dripped on top
Goes right to your head.
I want to make cream
But I’ll just dream of it
Instead
Moaning and groaning
As plums dance in my head
With a sigh
And a whimper too
Can’t make cream
With out you.
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