Come with me a while she said,
This the path to the rose garden,
There is a cherry tree plum in the middle of it,
Luscious fruit hang of its branches,
If I stand on your shoulders, I shall reach them,
Bright red were the fruit, just as his face now,
Gently he brought her down,
Lips now caressed the fruit she reached him,
Sweet pee, he said, this cherry is not quite ripe yet,
Bending his head back she said, it will ripen, as you kiss it.©13/02/2010
Dayvid
luv it!
John
Georg