Love Handles.


Sun bathed and sun kissed...
Some wave and some wish...
Some days there are some things that make us crave what some miss...
To speak of Love is a tongue twist..
Don't point out my Love handles.
But Love handles in a mystery that will continue to subsist..
Yes Love handles in inquiry that we can never dismiss...
This mist from the ocean consists of dreams and affairs..
so potent and yet we remain unaware about where,
and who, whats, and whys
and what's over there? is it Love?
It's unclear and at the moment unfair..
But Love handles in stride and with flair,
it fills up your gut and pokes out the side...
Seems like we're never prepared to scope out the ride..
Its just hope for someone confident to jump in and drive...
but you over there... Sun bathed and Sun kissed..
There's some waves and some fish...
Some things that make us crave Sundays and Sun Chips,
Just don't point out my Love handles...
because Love handles in hunger games that make us crave again
what some miss....as aforementioned..
Enough to send an arrow to the game maker that handles love...
for his attention.

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