Wednesday, January 8, 2014


Bought her an orange outfit
Told her to wear it for me
Save it for a sunny day
Slim body that is toned
Perfect roundness
Equivalent to that of a flute glass
Oils on her skin that makes her shine
In the sun rays she sparkles
Scent sweet as citrus fruit
Jewelry that glitters in gold
Even her eyes are sparkling
Staring at me with that priceless gaze
Clear glass stilettos
Six inches added to her stance
Hoping she loses one
So I could find her at midnight
To cover her eyes and tell her
To click her hills together three times
While hearing her say
There's no place like home
Because at home with her
She relaxes me more than champagne
More refreshing than orange juice
A mixture of both
She is my mimosa

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