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Beth, Boff, Mac, Singular Beth, whatever you want to call yoursellf This is for you 1. Read part one and two to get your first verce. Make sure that you chose what you want to make your poem about.
Just a Burger. Just a burger. Robin, it’s so much more than "just a burger." I mean…that first bite— oh, what heaven that first bite is.
I scream imagination,. Scooped up in bucket falls of elation,. Of this world and of this life,. Topped up with love's syrup and a 10ft high flake,.
Two peas in a pod, Emerald and perfectly shaped, Plump, green specs of romance, Dressed in turquoise capes.
I try to conceal my desires, I am not alone, though a lady of leisure. Just me and my sexy partner, to tease and excite me to pleasure.
If I had to be a fruit, A pomegranate would be me, I'd grow in the sun, and have some fun, On a small, bush-like tree.
What would I do without my special Sauce. Life would be so so boring of course. Constantly dipping into the bottle of passion. It's never ending so no need to ration.
There's an imposter in my kitchen Waiting to be devoured, It's presence more unsettling After each golden hour, Cloaked in a lattice Of dishonour and deceit Smiling oh so sweetly In a manner quite...
Apples on a tree, Can't you see, What this friendship means to me. Pears in a pie, My oh my, This bad weather makes me sigh. Lemons and limes, Such hard times, Everyone toeing the line.
Nigel the cannibal was short on food He found himself in quite a mood Couldn't bring himself to kill a living soul But being a cannibal he couldn't eat cheese roll Only surviving on small animals he...
Life can be wonderfull life can be sweet. Starved of affection give me love to eat. Like a massive cottage pie filled with emotional meat. I will devour it all till I feel the devotion.
Plump, red and ripe,. You're really just my type,. So many forbidden uses,. Before I suck out all your juices,. I'll cover you in cream,. Like something from a dream,. My tongue will caress you,.
Cellophane squeaks as I Unravel the seal Edge my nail under flap For a 'chew after meal'. 14 chewy soldiers Stand straight in two rows Minty aromas Start to reach my nose.
There once was a peanut who lived in a shell. Day after day, that’s where he would dwell. Dreaming of heaven: saw life as a hell. He longed for the fingers to fracture his cell.