Sweet Cherry Pie

She doesn't last forever.
Her soulful veins rush with color;
A love so dangerous with red deceit.
Her shape a splendid round,
Her design an intriguing weave.
She beckons me toward her,
a hypnotizing call.
I cannot resist such temptation.
Her delicate presence,
Her superior attractiveness...
I know her love will be the death of me.
Secondly, nothing lasts forever.

© Christopher Rossi, 2011

Reviews

[Sleeping Maiden]

Ooo i love this! Very captivating.
Great write!

[aronjm]

For obvious reasons I adore this one.

[Jenn]

The death of me .. Reminds me of Nelly 's song . Nothing without her. However, it is not my taste maybe because I am a chick and can not relate . Happy witting

[Gitana Deneff]

lovely

[TJ]

Sweet cherry pie :)
Love th metaphor here

[Samantha Heaton]

I love how you made this poem... Goes great with the title..