It was your shape that caught my eye at first.
Shallow, I know.
But it’s honest.
Colour was next.
And once I met you…
I had no idea what I did before you.
The way you felt in my hands.
The way you moved.
The way you…
I adore that cute top.
And I liked banging your bottom a little.
You know, when it was needed.
I think a lot of you, Ketchup.
You’ll never be catsup to me.
So, I lost a game of Facebook Scrabble to Brandy.
We had a wager on it. I have to write and post a poem about Ketchup, wear a shirt with the collar popped all day, and send her an embarrassing pic. (Me wearing a popped collar.)
That was the poem.
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