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baby, beautiful, love, sweet,
My scrumptious baby girl’s
half awake half asleep.
And her toffee yawns are
sweet as peaches and cream.
Her cotton candy cheeks,
glow like pink marshmallows.
And dark chocolate curls
adorn her pretty head.
She sports blueberry eyes
and red liquorice lips.
And a creamy face with
a million dollar smile.
treat, she is delicious.
And gives sugared kisses
that tastes ever so sweet.
childhood, funny, nostalgia, chocolate, , sweet love,
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
beautiful, color, fruit, green, happiness, tribute,
Honeydew melon is decidedly feminine--
Venus, the moon, a ripe pregnant belly
at peace on my kitchen counter
emitting the distant scent of summer
Even the sound of her name brings to mind
delicate Shakespearean lady-creatures:
lady-sprite Honeydew flitting about
in forests adorned with soft petal pink,
On my wooden cutting board, I halve
my luscious green girl, open wide that simple kissymouth.
Her sugared fruitmeat sends waves of ambrosial
love, playfulness even, to my nostrils
We kiss; and oh I'm dizzy with love
for the sweetness of Circe's seafoam
Keith O.J. Hunt
love, romance, sensual,
She tore into the night.....
like little lightning bolts,
With a carriage made of scents of him,
sifting her soul ----
Neath that naked moon,
meshed as one;
not a star amiss ----
The twinkling of their kisses sweet
stardust upon their lips,
as soft skin greets biting tongues
long to seeking love
Up against a trunk of a maple.....
his hands lifting higher her skirt,
a deft brush upon her aching bosom,
She met him again,
waiting tall in the shadows, smiling
(She did not wait)
she tore into the night.....
dedication, write, words, write, write, riddle,
These are the last words I'll write for you
The sugared dedications discontinue
Each word hatched from one mistake
Wanting you more than I can take
Intentions seem so futile now
Wipe remnants of love from your brow
Convinced you're white, so pure, intact
Lucky for me, I look good in black
So certain that you're making sense
As you speak of futures in past-tense
You claim the truth was always clear
Am I a victim of synaesthesia?
Human capsaicin eating heart tissue
A master of riddle and cryptical clues
But I've breached my Capulet attitude
These are the last words I'll write for you.
love, nostalgia, passion,
As this October moon is rising
I’m drifting in your cell
And mingling with each trinket.
I know you all to well.
I know your every coveted curve
And every secret shrine.
Your body is my temple.
I’m drinking in your wine.
I’m lingering on a sidewalk.
I’m humming out a tune.
I’m wanting you so openly
As day is peaking noon.
Come hither to my dim lit quarters
In metallic sugared pace.
Your skin tastes of magnolia
When pulling close your face.
Our basin days will whither
Now touching in a creek,
A combination cold clicked out
A slipping slithered leak.
Like filling up a mason jar
And stapled in a scry.
I’m needing you so openly.
My jar is sudden dry.
Cupid's Love Fire
Your Cupid's love fire, shot mi
arrowed heart, under spell,
where we swarm bodies,
sensually, seductively pouring,
adrenaline's bedded touch,
lusciously licking, candies
sugared, cane, velvet cake,
beaded cloud, among the stars,
hungered sky, rawly eating,
distinctively, gripped, heart-to-
heart, heavily gusting wind, our
passions tournament, never-
ending true loves honored,
Valentin~Ed heart.... Happy
Your sweet golden,
Brown Sugared, skin
adds A little spice,
to life, Destine,
to explore the nature,
of yours, I am nurtured,
and famished, With,
constant under standing,
why you are loved, so
Baked in by declaration,
of your lips, speaking genuinely,
Above and beyond, captured,
in complete ness,
To never let go,
because you complete me, to
continue, As I Spill The Beans,
that pour through your words,
Among mine, to become one...
happiness, love, romance,
I, feeling the pitter patter
Quickly swell within my chest,
Organized the thoughts that matter
And threw away the rest.
I thought about your deep brown eyes;
Eyes that take me far away
From fettered earth to open skies
Beyond our night and day.
I thought about your lips, so soft
Speaking each new sugared word
Enough to send my ears aloft
And flapping like a bird.
I thought about your touch, so kind;
A tender dance upon my skin
That made my very thoughts unwind
Each time I let you in.
I thought about your beating heart
And how it pitter patters,
Forever sure to play its part
In a love that matters.
Kay Li Su
abuse, addiction, depression, drink, hurt, love hurts, sad,
Take a sip, the bottle beckons
Draw the drinker in
Snag her wrist with fingers firm
She takes a swig of gin
At times she feels like dancing
And at times she cannot move
The bottle pins her down
Oh, what a twisted kind of love
The liquid kisses seem so sweet
Before tomorrow’s dawn
But come the daylight, she can see
That sugared kiss is gone
She’s bruised and she is beat
But is it of her own accord?
When a woman is a drunk
How many drinks can she afford?
life, people, seasons, social, sympathy,
Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls
Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair.
Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration.
Gingerbread and curds being sugared and whipped
eyeing his dessert with determination , he whispers....
Speaking in unison "A cat has its special scratching tree."
Crumpling her serviette in her fist, she stood up and
extends her hand spending the next couple of hours
kissing on the soft sofa with the glamorous blonde.
Your marriage must come first no matter however
much you profess to love your mistress.Swallowed.
She will understand and immediately say goodbye.
Better than a box of chocolates,
Sweeter than a dream,
Pieces of my heart in the sugared
Splendor of poetry to tell you,
You are my one and only love!
You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Smoke and fire,
Like you grew from the ground
Or were mined from the red earth.
Just like Saigon Cinnamon.
You are to me love's wildest dream...
I an enslaved by sugared kisses and
your laughter that reaches deep
Into my heart.
Though I must always silent be and
Say to nought but thee,
To me, you are
Love's wildest dream!
devotion, faith, inspirational, life, love, passion, sweet, love, sweet,
This love of which I dream, covetous
Of waking hours and the sweet knell of tangled sleep;
Criss-crosses swords upon my ribs,
Carve symbols aphrodisiac into my flesh so deep.
That I can only pray in sighs, the
Sharp, sweet hiss of seraphim breath intake;
Of citric juice and sugared salt,
Burst taste of the passionate for heaven's sake.
Yet fear of loss imposes shadows
On the bright and breezy canvas of thought,
This love forever wished, yet grows
In distance for time flails ever short...
lost love, love, seasons,
Settles the dust of driven snow,
icing shoulders, mantled white;
powdered breath and cornflake steps
hushed beneath the tangerine light,
on the edge of dark, periphery of night.
Of ice-ridged panes I stare
at a picture card minds eye view;
of Victorian perfect Christmas
with sugared plums and angel wings,
firs green with envy, geese that flew
in midnight skies of cobalt blue.
Half-smiled, I shed these tears
at all the ghosts of Christmas past
remembering how things used to be
and how they may never be the same
for the seal is set, the die is cast,
and I miss you so, both first and last.
lost love, love, seasons, snow, snow,
And the snow fell in a flurry,
White powder from a compact sky
Dusted down the avenues
Where I was seen to hurry
With a world in winter passing by.
And the snow fell, crackled freezing
On eyelashes with a kiss of ice,
White-out on the cobblestones,
The wind was shrill and breezing
Sweet and sharp as sugared mice.
And the snow fell with a whisper,
Mounting drifts upon the road and wall,
Strangling the narrow paths,
My footfalls sounding crisper
In their haste to navigate it all.
And the snow fell with a violence
As I breached the empty meeting place,
Spectral footprints filling up
And all was boundless silence
You were gone without a trace.