#desserts
Classical journeys where there can be preserving camels,
that are mounted by travellers,
long journeys and long hours of sun,
so much time can be spend the realisation
of hot conditions doesn’t this heat make,
someone turn desperate of supplication to
the creator.
20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
_Drizzle me in honeyed gold,
let caramel ribbons lace my skin,
warm and slow as they trickle down—
a river of molten sugar, pooling in bliss.
The air is thick with vanilla hush,
soft as sifted powdered snow,
melting on my tongue like a whispered dream,
light as spun sugar caught in the breeze.
Bite into the velvet hush of chocolate—
dark as midnight, rich as sin,
a decadent flood that lingers and sighs,
coating lips in satin warmth.
Strawberries glisten, ruby-bright,
dipped in white chocolate sighs,
their **** kiss softened by cream’s embrace,
blushing beneath the moon’s silver glow.
Golden crusts crack beneath the fork,
pastry flaking into a buttery hush,
as custard spills in silken waves,
folding sweetly into waiting hands.
A swirl of cinnamon dances in air,
twisting in clouds of sugar and spice,
as soft dough blooms in golden spirals,
cradled in the warmth of the oven’s arms.
And in this feast of sugared dreams,
where every taste is a lullaby,
let me drown in the amber glow
of honeyed nights and caramel skies._
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
THE VAST ARID
LANDSCAPE OF HIS SOUL
THE SAHARA
IN A SANDSTORM
HER MEMORY A MIRAGE
water, shade, reprieve
he could no longer
find shelter in
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
I just invert the word Stressed,
And have some Desserts!!!
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
*Rambunctious heart
Euphoric moments
Dizzying heights
Pleasures galore
Lofty heights
Erogenous zones
Passionately explored
Dreamy delights
Life’s desserts
Honey glazed
Aftertaste of love
Synchronized ******
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
I remember how sweet your lips,
your cupid's bow,
the very corner of your mouth was
after we made a mess in the kitchen.
(Flour dotted cheeks and noses, the great big wooden spoon sitting dully in the sink, egg-shells laying lonely in the pastel pink ceramic bowl I insisted on buying.)
We made lemon tarts?
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Men and women for election,
Listen to the crowds,
Reflect desires to perfection,
Echo murmurs loud.
Elected, the voters exult
If their candidates win,
Curse under losing result...
Plot to get themselves in.
Either way, time isn't long,
Voters lose first love;
Officials begin to look wrong,
And politics gives 'em a shove.
We never quite see
We're electing ourselves;
Candidates riding on mirrors;
Shiny reflections scream while we yell
Our demands or feed on our fears.
Soon plans we've made turn to dust;
Politicos fail us;
The system breaks down;
The party clogs with inertia and rust,
Until the next campaign comes 'round.
Want to see what we'll get?
Take a look in the mirror...
What we see gives us reason
For fretting and fear.
True mirrors, our best politicians;
Can only reflect what they see...
If we kneel to offer petitions,
Ourselves will pay for our pleas.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
My eyes are too big
I am one with the desserts
Now I must digest
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC