Slather by Richard Bell

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Piqué and pop my umami
More magic than a Swami
The scent it lingers on me
Oozes from me slowly
Slather the delight along
Caress it when undressed in song
The taste utopian to throngs
The flame it licks too long too strong
Turn around then turn again
Mark with an exquisite pain
Lights a city in the brain
More flavoursome when wild than tamed
Sizzle sweet my heated flesh
Melts inside the mouth when fresh
Sink inside a satiety wish
Like deep and long arousing kiss
The juices gasp and start to run
Hungry for another one
I lick my lips when I am done…
With my burger in its bun.

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Original poetry from Richard Bell

Protected by The Freewill Writers Asylum Vaults since 2015

Protected by The Freewill Writers Asylum Vaults since 2015

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