Full CupboardA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionYo, maybe it's just because I'm hungry at this very moment. I don't know.
I bet your neck tastes like cantaloupe,
your earlobes like grapes...
and I can be like Tarzan, Jane....
holding on to you while we swing from the drapes.
Every event has its time;
Every time its place;
It’s just that I need this right now,
There isn’t a moment to waste.
Caressing you slow,
Supplanting the past,
Mes mains sur votre taille.
Customer service just right,
I have no other business today.
I bet your juices taste like
Being refreshed in the fountain of youth.
Having been inside of Eden for four hours now,
I’m living proof—
Harder than life itself.
I bet your lips taste like cherry cheesecake.
Licking my fingers after touching you,
There’s not just dessert I see in your shape.
All-you-can eat and your toes are houer-d’ouvres ,
With succulent breasts on my plate.
Even the garnish will be devoured,
At a rate of one course per hour.
I feel the urge to savor this dish,
Lightly dipped in flour,
My taste buds recognize Saffron flowers
As I flip you and your buns rise….
I bet all of you tastes like….
Mmmm.
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