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  • I see you staring at me

    Dressed in red, laced in black

    I can hear your innocent cherry beckoning

    You have twenty-three flavors I lack

    I start by grabbing those cans

    A double ass stack


    Moving higher, I finger your top

    until your beauty has been successfully unveiled

    It is only now that I catch a waft

    of your scent, my nose now entailed

    and without hesitation by my tongue

    My mouth sets sail


    My eyes close slightly as my hands move

    bringing joy as your cans meet my face

    I slowly tilt back as I sip your goodness

    liquid love slips down my tongue with haste

    My dear cherry Dr. Pepper, I must say

    No other drink beats your taste!