Miss Georgia peach
Preach! to me
Your morning
Dew,
Spill your tea to me
On this Sunday afternoon.
High noon
Shadowy past, nowhere to hide
Spotlight
No covering up our past
A glass,
Is however you to perceive
it
I'll receive you, however you please
Tea.
I'm just sipping your tea.
A country boy at heart
On a warm Summer's eve
Savoring, the company of my butter-pecan
Partial Puerto-Rican
African queen.
Slowly sipping your tea
(Inhales) Your essence is so refreshing.