"mmmmm" poems
I hope to breast feed
Like a hungry baby
To be comforted and consoled
By a loving woman
As I **** the warm milk from her breast
What a delicious treat
Mmmmm I'm hungry
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Another morning in the life
Of a P.T.D, I slurped my
Juice back all 400 ml, then
Stretched up, fingers
Wiggling as mother picked
Me up.
Snuggles in the morning
Nothing better, to show I'm
Loved. But back to business,
As I turned my dummy to
The opposite side, the taste
Is better every time its turned
Soothing with each ****
It was nearly breakfast time
A belly is never wrong,
MMmmm...
Toast and jam, I smile
At mummy with my
Cheshire Jam smiled face.
"Silly little man"
As she wipes the smudges
From all over my face.
A case to solve, was my plan,
The missing statue of
SANDMAN BOB tm.
It was here before, but now
Gone, the prized possession
Of hairy dog, as I pat his head
And he licks my face
Yuckkkk....
Doggy that was yuck, he wags
His tail and then he is off.
What a morning so much done,
Time for a nap then detective
Work to be done. I wake to
Dads voice,
"Morning little man"
"How was your nap"
As i give my answer with a
Yawn and a smile, he gives
A cuddle then off to work for
Hours of fun and playing games.
The clues to be seen the trail
To be found, for I'm
***** Trained Detective"*
And no case is to far, as
Long as I can have a nap
And a cuddle, maybe a
Little sip and a gulp, here
On look out of what is to
Be found.
Hairy dog is sleeping in his
bed, I hear a noise I hear a
Sound??
What a strange noise,
"Snoring"
"NO"
"Bottom belches"
"No funny smells"
As I lift up his blanky
Softly so not to wake doggy's sleep,
And their he is safe and sound.
"SANDMAN BOB"
"Playing hide and go seek"
Under hairy dogs nose and bottom,
As he sleeps it does squeak, it
Does beep, I lift it up and under
His paw, to surprise him when
He awakens. A tail shall wiggle
And flop around, but the case was
Solved and a happy smile found.
***** Trained Detective* does it
Again, but for now it is nap time,
A new case, a new thing to be
Found. I will see you all again
Soon, But now its snuggles
Time with mummy in bed.
As I close my eyes night, night
I turn my dummy once more,
As sheep float quietly over my head.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
I gasp, for breath...fading away, below you
helpless, beneath the deluge, of you.
Heat rises, and steams, a rosy flush,
into pale, cold cheeks...
as you waterfall above me,
and I turn my face up to you, in gratitude.
I am a dry...arid flower...
dominate me, with your downpour.
Keep me moaning, in little, breathless gasps...
drunk, on your deluge,
lusting, for the gentle, seething weight,
of your measured, eager touch...
so thirsty, for your rain,
as you slick parted lips, in waves.
Slowly...almost painfully
I ache, and writhe
as you pour over me,
and I gulp, hard,
against your hot embrace.
Mmmmm...lover...caress my bare skin
stream, relentlessly
across the peaks, and valleys
of my dripping, naked body.
I'm so wet, beneath you.
Every dance of droplets,
across these spreading hips,
and long, feminine legs...
every prolonged, whispering touch...
every sweet, steaming kiss,
steals my breath away,
and leaves me shuddering,
quivering,
groaning, helplessly,
beneath the lick of your warmth
across these rounded, fleshy cheeks.
I die, a little more, each time
you wash over me,
As I drink you in
...unashamed of the little pool,
you've got forming beneath my bare feet,
and tightly curled toes.
I'm...drenched,
tingling, from my head,
to my toes...
soaked, but satisfied,
beneath the incredible force, of you.
...I just can't get enough, of you.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
I miss
Your crazy hair ( It fits you perfectly)
Your intoxicating eyes (I want to get lost in them)
Your beautiful smile (Especially the evil one)
Your cute nose ( I want to kiss it)
Your amazing mouth (mmmmm)
Your sensitive neck ( I can't wait to kiss it from behind)
Your **** shoulders ( I want to caress them slowly)
Your toned arms ( I want you to wrap them around me)
Your smooth hands (I want them all over my body)
Your perfect ******* ( I want to lick, **** and motorboat them)
Your toned back ( I want to rub it slowly)
Your yummy tummy ( I can't wait to kiss it on my way to ...)
Your swollen **** (I want to lap and **** it)
Your wet ***** ( I long to kiss, lick, finger and **** it)
Your incredible *** ( I want to bite it and slap it)
Your phenomenal legs ( I can't wait to spread them and have you wrap them around me)
Your adorable feet ( I want to massage them for you)
Your tiny toes ( I can't wait to paint your toenails again)
I miss your body, your mind and your spirit ( I want to be one with you) 22
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Learning to sext and he puts mmmm in texts.
Read my dad's chat on Facebook and he writes that.
Read my mom's messenger chat and she writes that.
I don't write that to my net fiance I think it's stupid.
How can you type that when you feel nothing when
you sit there typing about doing ****** stuff.
I never had real life *** but is it supposed to feel like you feel nothing?
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
I've had mountain oyster, and pigs feet, in stew
tasted chocolate bugs, and was that cheese, or glue?
I may have had cat, and dog, in a Mexican venue
frog legs, goat and snake, just to name a few
If it walks or crawls, or makes a nest or den
you can rest assured, it's only where, and when
God made animals of meat, as is every single hen
captured, cleaned, BBQ'd, eaten by women, children, men
Omnivores, world's best, eating every way, and thing
food up in the larder, of bread and wine, to sing
don't have to tell me what it is, if it has legs, or wings
just put it on the table, tasting all, that nature brings
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
I kneel before her
Smoldering heat
Coated in want
Hips rise
Thrash and squirm
An eager tongue
Darts forward
Mmmmm,
Her petals
Are my reward!
l.v.s
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
Moby ****
may have been
a
big
BIG
fish
and Ishmael
didn't have it so easy
But I need, I dream
of the epitome
of a flawless
ideal
piece of whitefish
A Succulent Bite
A Taste of Right
Hand battered
Deep fried
A
crunch
into heaven
Mouth-watering
yet light
Next to
crisp
oh-so
crisp
fries
Draft Rootbeer
Foam
in a mug
of delight
Mmmm Mmmmm
Seafood
See, this food
tastes like hope
Up North
I salivate
thinking of its
taste
thinking of
perfection
Man
Oh, Man
They don't make it
like this
anymore
So
so
fresh
This piece
Creates a sense
of peace
Harmony
on your palate
It turns
you up-turned nose
down
to the aroma
of a fisherman's skill
Natural Salt
of this world
brings you to a world
of pleasure
in a nibble
A coming together
on my plate
Skin-lined
Red Skin
potatoes
Frothy
Quenching
Rootbeer
Whitefish.
Simple Things
I found this fine trip
Combined with waterfall air
to breathe deep
My taste buds
had
gone up in
smoke.
My tongue
realized with
surprise
the possibilities of life.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 2:15 AM UTC
Mmmmm.
Those lips I kissed with these lips of mine.
Make this man here almost go blind.
Mmmmm.
I felt your sweet emotion planted deep within.
I'm glad we have become more than friends.
It's like the touch of a stove.
When you pull your hands back after realizing it's not cold.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can close my eyes and imagine them now.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can honestly describe.
From one side, of the face to the other.
I can give them to you in great details.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I just want to reach out and have them touch me now.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
you see bob delahunty, one da7y developed this website, where he takes people on quests
to find out whether or not really exists, and first stop was jerusealum, where he spoke to a rabbi,
and bob asked the question does GOD exist, and the rabbi said, i can be your saviour where
whenever you need any answers, i can show you, ok,
after that, bob went to the BUDDHIST temple in taibet, and the buddhist nuns said, god is just
a couple of easy answers, we need people to understand that the answer is to mend every blade of grass
and bob left thinking mmmmm interesting, and the muslims said, god, there is no god, but there is mohammad,
and he is the same, as this GOD, and bob went away singing
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD, THE DEVIL, ANNNND BOB
the next part of bobs quest was going over to the catholic church and after 12 minutes of hearing the boring catholic morals
bob went over to the priest, how many children have you ****** today, and priest got offended in what bob asked, and through
bob outside, with the tune going, god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD, THE DEVIL, AND BOB
bob was kicked out of every religious place in the world, so he decided to gather some religious freaks, to form his own religion
going out on the underground to meet different religious people on the street, first was wendy sweeeeet lips who was a ****** by night
nun and helper of the poor by day, and she was nice to bob, ands bob said, i can get a decent **** out of this pretty lady, time and time again
and when the nun was asked to leave the catholic church despite her keeping the ****** bit to herself, she decided to join BOB, religion
by a man named bob, bob had this philosophy, no ugly wannabes, just **** legs and pretty faces
bob asked the hooker-nun, do you think GOD exists, and they said, we don’t hate any religion, but, we hate catholics, because, their morals
are against our good work here, we don’t have a GOD, policy here, we are the face of the devil, but the devil brings happiness,
you know to angry *** crazed men, aren’t they needed to wipe off the angry look, and bob went away, who cares, and sang his song
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL, WHO IS BOB
and bob said, who cares if i’m the devil
i don’t look at the symbol of jesus nailed to a cross being a symbol of peace
jesus exixts, but the way he is killed is the REAL DEVIL
BECAUSE, all together now
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
GOD, THE DEVIL, AND BOB
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
O let us sing a song of gorgeous British food
Roast beef, fish 'n' chips and lovely Brummy balti;
Some of it is bad and some of it is good
(and yummy TV dinners...Mmmmm... they're really salty).
But the finest treats are Findus beef lasagne
(with its extra secret subtle basinful of horse),
And ne'er forget a burger a la espa-na-ya,
(made from minced-up donkeys' genitals of course).
Britain's Chinese restaurants are also velly nice-y
They serve food so tasty, and so low in fat,
(and no one cares if Sichuan Chicken, hot 'n' spicy,
includes some choice cuts from your neighbour's missing cat).
School and hospital canteens, the gourmet paradise,
Serving pigswill on the cheap - obese kids know it's very nice.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
**cigarettes
diet mountain dew
and adderall mmmmm yeah**
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
Feminine Energy Keeps Me Alive
If I Do Not Have It
I Think IMA Die
Passion Projects They Feel Me Inside
Swimimg With Women
I'm Into Their Eyes
Where
Desries A Fire Admire Their Vibe
She's In My Wings
Her HandS On My Side
Holding Me Tight
I'm Deep In Her Thighs
Gaze DeepIn Her Eyes
Is She Singing & Dreaming
I think Its A Cry
Electric Just Fly's
I Need This Every A Mmmmm
All Through The Night
Women Come To My Light
I Brighten Their Sea
Pressed Tight On Her Jeans
Her Pace
Our Space In Outer Space
That's All I Need
Romance Hold Hands For Weeks
Women Say They Get Excited
Hard To Breathe Around Me
Its That Speechless Passion
You Know What I Mean
IMA Put In Slow
I Don't Want To Hear Screams
Ill Be Patient If Its Hard To Take It
Electric Shocks From A lot No Blocks
When Were Naked
Home Don't Feel Like Home
I Project My Passion ,Pain , Happiness In Rain
In All Poems
I Want To Hug You In The Snow
I Want To Give You My Jacket Wrap You In The Cold
Its You That I Adore
Under An Oak At The Mourge
As Rain Pours & Our Passion Turn The Rain More Into A Rain Storm
With A Gentle Romance Love Breeze
We Can Gaze At The Rainbows Rays & The Leaves That Pass We As We Proceed To Be In Unity
I'm Only Deep Still High As Peaks
My twin Soul Flame
How Much Space Is In Between
I Awake From Lucid Dreams
Looking For You
All I Feel Is Me
I Can Feel You So Close
This Sensation Can't Be A Ghost
I See Your Name On The Page
In The Sage When It Smokes
I Don't Even Drink
Although Wine Toast
Once A Week
I Feel The Connection
Blossom It Is Awesome
Flowers Roses On Trees
Every Time I See Purple &Pink;
I Feel Blue For You Ooh
Come To Me
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
A gray cat with a white tummy sat upright in his owner’s living room. Yet, it was his living room, too he thought. Though he only perceived the lower half of their bodies, Tom felt he had fooled the humans into relinquishing nearly all their luxuries to him. Their food, their sitting spots, their sleeping spots. Yet, the humans would not let Tom enjoy these luxuries in complete freedom. Sometimes, when Tom laid on the couch or in the bed, he was kicked onto the floor - but that wasn’t the worst of it. Whenever Tom put together a sandwich using every single item available in the kitchen, Tom’s owner’s plucked the violin strings clear out of him, with broom whacks and concrete body slams.
“No food until you catch that mouse, ya stupid cat!” they’d yell.
Some nights - as he watched his beneficiaries drive off to the opera nightclub - Tom pondered his predicament. So if I catch this mouse, I get free reign over the house. He thought. Unlimited fridge access and legendary furniture spots. Mmmmm. Better catch me a mouse. Tom chuckled.
Mice came and went throughout the house, but one always remained. Jerry. In fact, all of the mice coming through the house only came over to chill with Jerry!
Tom stooped low to the ground in a pounce and placed his eyes millimeters from Jerry’s pint sized stance. Jerry felt as though he was pierced by a slew of razors. When Tom quickly relaxed his gazed and let out an enormous sigh.
“There is no magic ideal is there Jerry? ”Tom asked “We’re enchantingly random. Just automatic creatures with base desires. I hunger in the void, so I still want nothing more than food from the human fridge. In this universe, and a number more, I will pursue what seems the easiest means to human food, whether hunch or trick, or, right or wrong.”
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person. She thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral. Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic. Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police. Thought Olive as she sped past the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Getting out of her car Olive walked through the bank's glass doors. As the time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skin man. "Hello sir how can I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skin man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level. After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel StoneWall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel StoneWall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel ask "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the truth Olive I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive. Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissor getting her hair done and talking with Jewel StoneWall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT
Schrödinger's cat
failed to see just what
all the fuss was
about?
It was all such
a reductive absurdum.
The cat couldn't understand
collapsing wave functions
decoherence
entanglement or whether
reality was really
quantum
to save its life.
It was aware of
one thing & one thing
only
. . .the diabolic device. . .
Cat in a metal box
with a Geiger counter
with a radioactive substance
blah blah de ****** blah
an atom decaying or something or
other &
releasing a hammer to smash
a phial of hydrocyanic acid.
Wot!
"I do not like thee Dr. Fell!"
thought the cat.
It was a very literary cat.
So all this palaver
about a cat( me? how! )
being both dead or alive or
neither dead or alive or
. . .wot!
So this is to be my great
to-be-or-not-to-be!
Welllll excuse me!
Say...doesn't the cat have his say?
So, I( clever cat that I am)
merely claw my way to the top &
disengage the device
by taking out the hammer.
So no cat was harmed
in the making of this
thought experiment.
It almost drove Schrödinger
out of his tiny little mind!
And he( hee hee )
never did discover
what ever
happened to his socks.
I forever stealing
one sock from a pair
from the open
washing machine.
Leaving him to ponder
just where socks go?
The other side of the Universe?
Oh come on Erwin...it's not
rocket science!
Now, to get back to
describing the behaviour of
a quantum entity.
"Mmmmm......mmmmmm?"
"Naw....I still don't get it!"
"Say ya couldn't see yer way
to giving me a scratch...could ya?"
"Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah
. . .there...just...there!"
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
I don't like him like you do
But somehow find myself kicking off my shoes
And falling into bed with him
I just can't help the attraction that I'm feelin'
You two, you were meant for each other
Us two, we're just hot for one another
You can't have him,
Your feet all up in chains
Hurt his best friend,
Can't fuckin' play that game
Now I should back on down
So as to spare your feelings
But when that boy's around me
Man, my head starts reeling
He's gettin' me all dizzy
When he's strummin' that guitar
With those long dark dreads
mmmmm
You know I don't get far
A little too much *****
And my head's not thinking right
I'm gonna do something stupid
And make a hell out of my life
But you know
He makes my head go crazy
When he's strummin' that guitar
And when he strums me with those fingers
mmmmm
You know I don't get far
My deadly attraction
Will be the death of me
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
Dear Mr. President,
I don't care about Obamacare that is a ******* up mess.
I don't care about foreign policy or why there are dumb wars.
I want you to fix my life and give me new parents.
My parents are the worst two in the entire galaxy and they need fixing.
I don't have the right tools to fix their messed up lives.
Mom dates men off personals on many sites and sleeps with every one of them.
Dad cheated on mom and left her because she got a few wrinkles on her face.
Mom went nuts and has to prove she's young and can get laid every night.
Dad lives with evil ***** who gave me a sibling I had no idea I had.
Dad's ***** lives for his money in the bank account that was mom and his.
Dad and mom text sext and cyber and write mmmmm a lot.
Mr. President could you please fix my life and my dumb parents?
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
**I ain't gots no words for you,
none you can take with you as you turn & walk out my life,
but while you be on ya way
how about you tell me
how is it
you expect me to
give up my life & watch my heart bleed,
laid on the ground
stomped on & mashed
in to tiny little pieces?
I ain't gots no words for you,
none to boost your manly ego
so you can strut
strut like a ********
two legged jack-assed' peacock,
but how about you tell me
why you're a liar & think to get mad
when I don't believe you
& even more upset- I'd say ****** off
now that I no longer trust your action
or whatever it is you
be yapping about
these days
but member
I ain't gots no words
not for you
or your misogynistic bull
on how
I'm pose to cook, clean & never voice a need,
want or desires
long as
I birth your hate and give into your twisted commands.**
**Hell Naw!!!
I ain't gots no words for you,
not when your
fist- I've tasted as it collided with my lips,
guessing for me a lovers kiss
was dismissive & none of me got your affection
Not when you've given all you had & shut *****
was the only thing you had left to me
Nor
when I'm down in
womb-like form
holding my knees to chest
while
your standing slightly bent
over me
talking bout
say another ************ word
your
hand's balled up
cocked back
ready to strike
I ain't have no words then for you
cuz'
you nearly choked out my life
I ain't gots no words for you,
I ain't gots no words for you,
I
just
ain't gots no words for you,
not when you,
when you,
you
Say falsely you "love" me
& I longing for just this fall prey once more
as
I let you
climb in bed & hold me,
spread wide my legs
*Ooo mmmmm
mmmm aahh oooo*
** I know I'm living in your lies
Your My demise. **
**This life's fading
from my view
which is why **
I ain't gots no words for you
(Cuz' finally-You killed me.)
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
i went to see him at work today.
Because i missed him and
Because he was sick and just
Because.
he gave me apple juice. i gave him Tylenol.
we kissed in the living room when
no one was watching. he tasted like
Green apples and
Green tea and
Summer.
he had that look in his eyes.
sometimes you just know, you know?
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
Commit your work to the Father
And your thoughts will be established
Don’t bring no more pain to your mother
You gave her enough when she had ya
Stop killing yourself and forgive your brother
Don’t you know that stress will beat you to the finish
Watch your steps and be good to the daughters
Or your footprints will be diminished
We all need a little love
So please come and fill me up
I might not be…
Sometimes I have a lot and can't get enough
But when Im left with a little I have more fun
Do you appreciate what you've got
When its all said and done?
Or do you play your fiddle?
Well, get up and run
!
From your life that will never be
Satisfied by material things
Dead inside
while your soul screams “mmmmm”
Ive been too lazy and its driving me crazy
We all need a little love so please come and fill me up
I might not have an empty cup just give me some, it don’t have to be much
I worked all day got my check and gave it away
Tried to get rid of the pain but still it came
Now I'm stuck with shame all over my face
And every day I wake, it's all the same
There has to be some way
out of here
nothing ever changes
So I put on my Chucks and I tied up the laces
Too many times I've tried to convince myself that ignorance is bliss
Seek and ye shall find
I'll die trying
cause I know there's more
to life than this....
We all need a little love so please come and fill me up
I might not have an empty cup just give me some it don’t have to be much...
Many cities I've roamed
And to many towns I've gone
Haven’t been to one yet
love hasn’t been shown
Taught my eyes to see fleas ticks and barking dogs
Realized I used to be all of these things
when I was still lost in the fog, so
If you need a little love
Just bring your empty cup
I might not be all the way filled up
But you can have some, I wont deny you my love
If you need a little love
Just bring your empty cup
I might not be all the way filled up
But you can have some I wont deny you my love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laYl0mdXEqA
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Deep breath, in, out, again.
Feeling my heart beat, being my heart beat.
Hearing the quiet hum, spin and hum quietly.
Smelling the air, just the air.
Seeing the harvest moon, Selene and Demeter go hand in hand.
Tasting the dry water, from the stale cat's tongue.
Ahhh taste. mmmmm taste.
hot apple cider, darkest of chocolates, his kiss.
Ahhh sight. oooo sight.
warm of the leaves, cool of the water, his eyes... are both.
Ahhh sent, hooo sent.
winter mixed with fall, dinner, his embrace.
Ahhh sound, bouuu sound.
pings and pongs, whistles and clicks, his laugh.
Ahhh touch, wooo touch,
warm skin, cold wind, his heart.
So much thought, one thing to think about,
then why am I so busy?
Just,
Deep breath, in, out, again.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Florida hot sand winds carrying the rich scent of citrus
Waft through open stalled markets
A thousand flora exposed to my salivating glands
Creamy veined melon rinds, sweet and dewy
Are pale globes gracing the chest of our own mother earth
Feeding all of her children with sun drenched nectar
I discover the prickle of Pineapple
Sharp edges similar to that of Loki's temperament
Playful, forgiven, excused for it's very nature
Bins of giant emerald plantains
Sit bulbous, suggestive and engorged
A not so delicate reminder of the Forest God's potency
Enough to curve the blush of any maiden's cheek
My hair lifts with the breeze
Catching every scent in a swirling kaleidoscope of colors perfume
Ready to bottle and bring me right back to this moment
The market's end is near, one last row
Mangos as far as the eye can see
I pluck a Champagne from the pile
Bite in deep, juice running down my now-happy-childhood chin
Mmmmm....giving over to the experience of such bright flavor
Spirituality at it's most base
*This must be the taste of God's ******
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
I have a bone to pick with people
who have
the audacity
the gall
the *****
to put Nutella
in the fridge
if you don't know what happens
when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
I will tell you.
when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
it gets all hard
similar to when frosting is put
in the fridge
or when you lose your innocence
then when a cool person comes along
(ex. Me)
wanting to make a
GLORIOUS
peanut butter and Nutella sandwich
and it's FROZEN
mmmmm...
let's just say that persons' quality of life
will be dimmed
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC