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