Open Poetry #49 |
A Bite of Death |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Taking a bite of death and the taste is sweet upon my lips, forever staying with me as dimples on my hips. The smell of pastry is strong upon my breath. Traces of frosting glitter me. Ah, the pleasure in pleasuring me. Sweets for the sweet make me high. Don’t go and spoil it by measuring me. Of embarrassment I’d rather not die. LGR©10/9/15 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh 'Nuff said! ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
"Pastry is tastry", the poets' say. Never enjoy them within 50 feet of a tape measure! (***makes a dash for prune danish***). Clever writing Miss Lori! 88's with sugar on top She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...I know you have too balance sweets with healthy...james |
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