Okay, okay, i'll admit this poems a bit off the beaten path... but it seems all i right about is sex and horrible, heart breaking relationships.
I mean, come on.. who doesn't love raspberries?
Feedback? pllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeee
We eat these raspberries in the grass
Ignore those fleeting moments left to pass
Enjoy the sensation of each perfect bite
The sun on our shoulders, basking in light
With each bite a burst of flavour
Sweet raspberries we much savour
The juice drips from our pale finger tips
As the plump berries pass our full lips
Our dainty hands pick one by one
Slowly finishing, almost done
