Sexy strawberries, <br />hiding under wild grass <br />with that sly <br />nude blush, of <br />champagne-kissed pink, <br />suggesting. They crave <br />your feel so, hands <br />groping illicitly under <br />the green cloaks, <br />reaching slowly <br />for your naked touch. <br /> <br />They are children, and <br />they want <br />strawberry-pie, and <br />they are completely <br />unaware of your <br />modesty that they <br />have silently intruded.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-14/
