With my pulmonary artery's , growing size,
Their metaphorical sanctum, paid the price.
No longer like Poppins 🍭, I wish to slide,
Between your labiates, an unaffordable ride.
Shooting B.P, steaming spicy, we rear ,
Snuggling admist salty smear, now I fear.
Love's delicacies, of sweet and salty,
BABY ! I struck off ,on my diet chart , these oddly faulty!
R