#flavor
I took a bite
out of the unexpected
I was starving
to let go
of my "should's"
just to see what's
on the other side
of your flavor
*And it was sooooooo
satiating*
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 6:52 AM UTC
Did I bite off more than I could chew,
Running through this life with you?
No, it was the perfect taste,
A sample of the wines of youth.
Yet I sorrow in it's beauty,
For as I drink I become more thirsty.
Till all I wish to taste,
Is that flavor that is you.
So I apologize if I am hasty,
But I am addicted and craving,
Your drink is far too tasty.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
the hands on the clock stall at the center of it all, unmoving
everything , stutters, slides, stammers around them
silences bubble up in the swamps of entropy
in these celestially celebrated serenades.
I grind my heart into a paste
for sealed mason jars
to be opened when
the nights
flare up
yearnings
of yesteryears,
to be comforted
with the tastes that eluded
my tongue, in all the years I left behind,
in the bags I left unopened under the bed,
Straight from the planes I pulled them from.
These are back aches from staying still in the buses
That carry me from one moment to another, place to place
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
I’m gonna lie on your shoulder.
I’m so calm on it.
I don’t feel pain of my body.
I’m so peaceful indeed.
I’m gonna nuzzle into
The bush of your hair in whole.
I’ll smell the almond flavor
And that’s all I need at all.
I’m gonna hug me by your hands.
And lose in embrace! Don’t speak!
Don’t remove your hands! I please you!
They are my love coverlid.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
Butterscotch for me
The best as you will see
So brown and sweet
A masterful treat
With flavor flowing free
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC
Remember that night?
The soft glow of the tv reflecting blue on the walls
Our tongues dancing to the music
That played in the background
I had you pinned the wrong way round on the bed
Your head between my arms
Every part of us touching
I could feel the heat on your skin
The melody of your heartbeat
You tasted like the cherry sucker I gave you
An hour before
Oh, how I used to drown in your melancholy
Yet now all I feel is water
Little drops from the shower
While I stare at what never was
The music of your breathing still plays in my ears
When the night is quiet enough
Sometimes I swear I still feel your skin
But the moment passes and I’m left with this cold sort of feeling
An empty swell in my chest
A tingle behind my eyes
You are nothing but dull memories now
Nothing but a thought of remembrance
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 10:41 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things can get weirder than ever---and I like it<3
welcome to the nation savor
a whole new destiny like a cinnamon flavor
although some rainy a bit abnormal to my harbors
yet that blond charm made it hard to delete from my markers
everybody wants to swim
in a world to bond and have a friend a twin
afraid if I was about to miss the rocking riff
I don't know if I can handle yellow anymore so stiff
------ravenfeels
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
Withering by the prolonged waiting for someone is strangulation of euphoric flavor.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
It’s round 2, time for teamwork
Cowgirl position, hit that reverse
Up and down make that thang twerk
Got wet juices all over my T-shirt
Taste so good like it’s a dessert
Tap out twice quicker then sooner
Love you babe you a trooper
I’m the present & your future
Hi, I’m Zay, good to meet ya
When we’re done, I’ll have you dreaming
Have you singing like Aaliyah
Came inside you, you a keeper
I’m a giver, not a receiver
No pressure here, I’m here to please ya
Go half on a baby, yes I need ya
Round 3 is about to have you eager
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:51 AM UTC
Boo you know that you’ll always be mine
I accept your flaws, so don’t you be shy
I’m your king that knows your worth, girl
You play to much under these covers
Hit it sideways, that’s my weakness
P90-X workouts, doing fitness
Making noise like we recording a sound track
Give me your all, don’t you hold back
Got you playing “Simon says”-for the night
We “Stop, Go” like red light, then green light
Can’t go no further, so rollover
I hope I fulfilled your appetite
I just love it when you go hard
Ending the night with your lotus trump card
Time to put you to bed lil’ mama
Next time, I’ll have you on the floor crawling
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:52 AM UTC
Feels so good, can’t believe that this is legal
Quench my thirst, I might need a refill
Moving your hips to make it jiggle
“Throw it back” makes you so lethal
Body language exposing your demeanor
Don’t stop, we need to finish the mission
Got you wrapped around my finger
You’re so fine you’re a s-x symbol
Hop on top, watch you go hard
Show me that special lotus trump card
Ride so wild, it caught me off guard
Foreplay crazy, place you in a choker
Got you stretching doing yoga
Too loud, we waking up the locals
Baby wait, this is becoming explosive
Reset position, time to flip you over
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Our energies peaked in perfect synchronization
The ultimate pinnacle of all elation
Nothing in this world has a flavor as sweet
As your sensual lips when our mouths gently meet
Something a brain can't neatly put into a box and hide
Futile analyzation of the tangled emotions kept inside
What is the origin of longing I fail to repress?
Desire too powerful to accurately express
Confident your heart holds identical emotion
Bound to each other by endless devotion
Like the moon and the sun we set and we rise
Take turns being the light in each others skies
I look at your face and my breath is taken
Right out of my chest
I let you break-in
Nobody else on Earth could unlock the door
Though many have tried to find the key before
You were the first to successfully step inside my soul
And the last
Because you have finally made me whole
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Don't just settle
For being someone's
Flavor of the month
Learn what it takes
To make love stick
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...
Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in the trees,
unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ...
Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights:
the constellations’ dying mysteries,
the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s
resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ...
Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet,
as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet.
"Love Has a Southern Flavor" has been published by The Lyric, Contemporary Sonnet, The Eclectic Muse, Better Than Starbucks, The Chained Muse, Setu (India), Victorian Violet Press and Trinacria
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
flavor
fragrance
behavior
impatience
the begging
the pleading
of the flesh
a seducing song
vibrations resonate
perfectly
wrong
will you obey the heat?
let it rise?
the taste, the odor
sensitize
a dangerous game
will you let it release?
dancing in the flame
your insatiable appetite will only
increase
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Love feels like fire
Like fire in my skin
It's tingling,
And aching all over
But it's warm
Love feels like lightning
Like booming thunder
Rattling and nervous
But after the storm,
Comes the rainbow
Love feels like water
Like water levels rising
And it's frightening going down
But the currents are calming
And the deeper you go, the more to discover
Love tastes sweet,
And bitter, and salty, and sour
It's a flavour no one has ever truly tasted
But everyone will say it tastes like everything
Everything and anything and nothing at all
Love sounds loud
But quiet too
Like hushed whispers,
Sweet nothings,
And screaming into megaphones
Love is the colour red,
And blue, and green, and yellow
Love comes in a spectrum of colour
Filling each space like colour-by-numbers
It's everything we see
Love is everything.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
I am eating delicious
sweet corn and chicken soup:
sweet crunchy corn,
soft flavorsome garlic,
stringy delectable egg,
tasty chewy chicken,
and hot savory broth
which warms my torso;
I am enjoying
the experience
of being alive
while eating.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
What manner this a simple kiss
she knows for her, I'd die
not a miss, or nemesis
she's never shy, or sly
Not for lust turn to dust
she's part of every dream
in her I trust, with every ******
she knows just what, I mean
She'll toss her hair, fine and fair
and throw me that look and smile
eyes aflame, her whispered name
a look of love
yet guile
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
Dominoes On Pizza
Look at you,
You look so delicious.
No one can hear you,
You are godless.
Oh little pizza,
You look so tasty,
All I want to do is put you in my mouth!
The taste and feeling,
Takes me to my higher self!
I like to play dominoes on pizza,
Adds another dimension of flavor!
A nice thick base!
With tomato paste!
Clothed in cheese!
Sporting meaty toppings!
I like the taste when it’s fresh outta the oven!
Not when it is reheated the very next morning!
Oh my sweet little pizza!
You bring a rainbow of flavor!
I lift you gently up to my face,
A quivering lip reveals my excitement.
You look like a great appetizer!
You shall sedate my endless hunger!
At least till the next one.
Slice them!
Dice them!
Eat them!
Digest them!
I love the taste of a screaming pizza,
It brings in a very interesting flavor.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
i like
peach: the color
peach: the flavor
peach: the scent
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
her soul was the flavor of anarchy
and he knew he wanted a taste
silver roses and bloodred flame
to win her heart was a lovely game
he kissed her in the rain
and she touched him without shame
he wanted her heart
but only got pain
she played around
with the strings of his heart
but she sometimes feared
she would tear them apart
a flicker
or flame
a bite
and a taste
of her
anarchy
soul.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Savouring ever
The behoof of cheer
Flying
White crane of hunger
***** the peach bitter
Dropping
The desire went sour
Alleging for better
Flavouring.
©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
Our personal tragedy must fit our personalities
Ripped in two
or smashed to pieces
destroyed all the same
She committed suicide
or left me for another man
she left me all the same
He didn't make it first
or murdered before the finish line
regardless, he failed in rage
I lost him to the sea
I lost him to cancer
loss as the answer
will an increase in self-awareness
cause bliss or the enemy of it
a myriad of pathways to the same place
-----------------------
Does it matter what color and form pain takes?
Would you prefer strawberry
or vanilla flavor
****** up?
No, we don't make our syrups here
And one last thing,
would you like fries with that?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC