- Erotic Poetry
- A Real 'Dish'
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You don't need glasses to see
that my man is a real dish.
He cups my breasts lovingly
stirring up passion,
whisking me into a frenzy,
then we spoon all night long.
All in all, he is a real knife guy!
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoGroan — should have seen that knife coming after going through all the other kitchen accoutrements.
Amyfriendabout 17 years agodoesn't need any 'sunlight'... all the cutlery etc., came across sparkling clean. Very nice poem.
BOSTONFICTIONWRITERabout 17 years agoYour poem make me wish I was your man. Geez, I wish my girlfriend would write a poem about me instead of nagging at me.
"What's that, Hon, you want me to take out the trash? No, I'm not on a pornography board. I'm, uhm, reading poetry."
