Real Housewives of Atlanta Poetry Series - Dear uncle ben - Ode to peter's chest hair
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Oh, how I long to run my feet through your albino taco meat;
like dandelion fluff on ebon hills, or goose-down fuzz on dusky swells.
Why do you make me tremble and quake, for powdered-sugar-sprinkled chocolate cake?
I crave to wander to and fro those umber hills dusted with snow.
I'd reincarnate as summer rains, Sweep 'cross your swelling cocoa plains
of marshmallow-festooned chocolate milk and silver beads on mahogany silk.
My yearning blossoms uninvited, My follicular love is unrequited.
These thoughts will be my secret vice each time I need to cook some rice.
