Vanilla Lover

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my favorite flavor
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Kept cool, it's stored
in a dark place
out of your range
but what a change
hard work's reward
brought to your face

don't you bother
my Vanilla Lover
there's more of this
throat-coating bliss
no need for haste
you suit my taste

follow your dream
have a teaspoon
of treasured cream
right after noon
the sticky stream
gone all too soon

riding later
on rocky roads
let me lick your
strawberry one
you can have my
banana split.




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stickygirlstickygirlabout 3 years ago

I'd lick your plate ;)

tazz317tazz317about 3 years ago
IS IT ICE CREAMS

or exotic condiments. TK U MLJ LV NV

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowabout 3 years agoAuthor

Thank you all for your comments on this finger-licking fun poem.

Paul4playPaul4playabout 3 years ago

Very stimulating!

Should I head to the freezer?

Or, the bedroom?

RiverMayaRiverMayaabout 3 years ago
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AN "AFTERNOON DELIGHT"

"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight,

Gonna have some afternoon delight..."

...as this poem is so definitely one.

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