My Serenade

Her breath smells of lemonade, she’s my serenade, her love rest inside my love where it marinades, she’s my parade, my celebration, my festival, my extraterrestrial vegetable, that I love 2 eat, I bow down, I kiss her feet, her lower lips spread apart, filled with a passionate heat, so pink -n- so sweet, petite -n- unique, a modish freak, the one that compliments -n- completes me, her love is a powerful grenade, her breath smells of lemonade, my serenade, I enjoy the freshness -n- the fragrance of the words she say.