Sweet Cookies


Eight hours with her feels like 60 seconds,

her heart screams love,
it makes me smile, it beckons

I brought her a cookie and it fell on the floor,

that’s okay I’ll bake a dozen more

Guys try to figure her out, they act real coy, I only see her as a bundle of joy

Flamed and embroiled she guards her heart,

dodging bullets she’s expecting a dart

Streaks of love laminate from her smile,

I’m so glad it’s my number she strikes to dial,

In Gypsy music she prefers Django,

bringing her to Rita’s she requests mango

It’s her taste, so it’s in my permanent note-book,

no one could steal it not even a crook

Boisterous and loud she draws an intimate crowd,

But those that listen to her, hear the silence of an innocent girl

About Timothy S.

I am of lover of all. I love people. I believe everyone should be heard and I hope during that process that peace, love, encouragement, learning and growth are spread throughout society. I would much enjoy if you interact with my Journey so I can learn from you. Sign up for email updates when I post a new article.
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3 Responses to Sweet Cookies

  1. Betty Zittel says:

    OK…what’s this love all about…who and you?

  2. Anonymous says:

    No doubt your thinking of a Spanish/ Latin women

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