I'd be the aqua gel loaded with glitter
that dissolved in her mouth.
I'd wash away the morning coffee stains
and other sins of the day;
blueberry scones and French fries for lunch,
toasted foccacia loaded with baked brie
washed down with a generous goblet of
the finest red wine.
She'd smile innocently after I was done,
she in her tight black jeans and alluring blouse,
a pendant brushing the pearl buttons.
She, with her beautiful white teeth,
she fools the world with her goodness.
she can thank me for that.
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