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Yummy Hearts

I don’t need to go to Crunches
to express to you how I feel.
Not even the nymphos in bunches
or the ladies on high heels
can alter the way I feel.

You are my sandwiches;
for I reserve all my other wishes.
Making me want more
you’ve enslaved my inner core.

Natural and satisfying
you’re my weekly banana.
Other options maybe gratifying
but I need no sweetener or vanilla.

Intergalactic juice so rare,
you’ve always quench my thirst.
Of Olympian taste
you’re irresistible my dear.

Sweetheart!
We are yummy hearts
changing the love arts.
Our hearts chained like a cart
we are a force never to part.

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