- Erotic Poetry
- waffles
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Click hereI her day pissing in beats to the floor
holding back words and refusing to fall
an angry rain stands stained stopped in our door
we wait in silence for the hush of it all
I know a place where the wild thyme grows
insensed, enspiced in a rich heady brew
and into each crevice this sweet syrup flows
infused for a fission; and a fusion for two
A night glowing star is anchored unseen
so sighs this seeker and to him we sever
such sticky deep secrets to a dark brewed bean
in an empty chariot rolling on into for ever
A whisky whip cream's hard peaks give rise
blossoms bud adorn fast fit fast for Byron
which we eat with each mouth as well our eyes
find snug fit comfort within my waffle iron
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 17 years agoThe sugary sweet spendour of words,
and the metaphors twisted and turned
to the delicious end..... thank you !
-sGp-
wildsweetoneabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the New Poems Review in the Poetry Forum. Please feel free to come along - wildsweetone
LeBrozabout 17 years agoYour usual excellent word play, keeping my tongue tripping over itself while trying to keep pace with your words. The only catch I see is in the worst place possible ~ the beginning. "I her..."??
