You who so envelope that gooeyness
Your form so eager to enter my orifice
And so hard I’ve worked and long I’ve waited
That no more can I deny my heart of bliss
My teeth sink deeply into your defined triangle
Your body ajar, set to loosely dangle
As I look near and far to who might steal
For if they made a twitch I would surely strangle
A single tear rolls down as I chew
And it lingers as though set in a morning dew
For the feeling of now has never been surpassed
And will be felt again by only a lucky few
For the magic of the cheese combined tortilla
only the result of immaculate conception or idea
Has filled me with so much joy and delight
That I can seldom believe it is only a quesadilla
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:51 AM UTC
a raft, lost.
laid bare, discarded flare.
avoid light, though I might
be found, rather be bound
in your starry night.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC