What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Were Julius Cesar and Marc Anthony males honeytraps?
I’m listening to the spy museum on honey traps.
 
This is what I get for staying up too late, alone with my own thoughts.


So my love, how shall I begin?
Perhaps with your bittersweet origin.
But that is far too mundane,
Sure to be met with disdain.
The import not how you came to be,
But that you ARE, my love.

Shall I regale all the masses,
The Lords and their lasses,
With the genius of your geometry,
The simple elegance of your symmetry,
Debate your potential divinity,
Or lack thereof?

The ratio of your treasures
In arcane, obscure measures?
The sway that your features
Hold on us dim, fawning creatures?
Beguiling even devout preachers,
Like a charm swung from above.

I feel compelled to tell your tale,
But much afeared that I may fail,
To fulsomely convey,
In any enduring or meaningful way,
The glory of your essence
The untainted soul of a dove.

For your attention, I must implore.
Boiled down to its tender core,
The characteristics I most adore--
I can name but only one of.
But I'm afraid your time here is done,
No more days in the pitiless sun,
Nay, my passion for you has won.
We're together forever now, my love.

Chocolate and peanut butter just taste
really freaking good together.



Ode to the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, or
Thus Ate the Raven, Nevermore
By SmokingFap December 2024
You're welcome, there's the door,
and something else that rhymes with love.
 
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