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hunger
your ass makes me think of peaches in a rainstorm,
your nipples like golden droplets of honey shimmering in the sun,
your breasts make me think of two beautiful melons in a thousand sunsets,
your lips the colour of ripe, juicy plums.
i think i'm hungry.
your nipples like golden droplets of honey shimmering in the sun,
your breasts make me think of two beautiful melons in a thousand sunsets,
your lips the colour of ripe, juicy plums.
i think i'm hungry.
Published 27th Aug 2011
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26th Oct 2011 2:31pm
Interesting little ditty although I find line 3 to be the best line out of the entire poem simply because it possesses the most imagery outshining the rest of the poem and that is where all the pizazz lies it's the like a central vein that circulates the life throughout the rest of this poem otherwise it'd be dead.
17th Nov 2011 12:30pm
very much so - this is a silly poem, but don't mean you can't still be lyrical n'est-ce pas?
27th Apr 2012 2:48am
