Southern Orange Crush

Coca-Cola’s got that shape, but you have the taste that I crave

Sweet, tangy dripping all over my face

Finger licking better… than the Colonel’s bucket of secret ingredients

“Don’t say that,” I whine, kicking him away.

He just keeps coming, wearing down my defenses.

I laugh because he’s corny and if I smile just right

his eyes will light up the dusk of June.

Copyright © 2012 Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter

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