Puffed rice

White your hormones secrete,
But you are not the pure white I would like to associate with serenity and purity.
You expose my appetite to several of your tribes and openly lure me , tempting me to get rid of my chastity.

The roasted brown sometimes, on your layered body, really enhances your countenance
Yet, why do those scars leave us humans marked with a sign of displeasure and failure?
You don't need that crumpled paper or cloth to hide your face or body

Your nudity makes you clothed, covered and enveloped
The oxymoron in your case refines your destiny full on.
If someone showers you, I feel the snowy flakes from above.
Cutting you with my hard teeth blows off all your chips and white dust
But still leaves you unmarked.
You are the reason I have stopped puking out during those tedious,bus-journeys
You are the reason I have adored every other puff ever since.
Your puffiness makes you look like a pregnant human
Yet, you have a beauty preserved there, or may be somewhere.
Eating your every bits and pieces all together in one fist and one go might make me look, like a lady devoid of manners
Yet, I am ready to sacrifice them to be one with you, forever!

Reviews

[Misery]

Nothing quite like a great puff of rice. The sincere inspiration of food.

[fattycbreezy52]

Thanks Kevin:)

[Misery]

You're welcome, Fatty.