A Hungry Mans Love Poem

A playful romp through the mind of a hungry man tongue in cheek, of course!

 

Your lips they taste like cherry wine;

some cheese would go with that just fine.

 

Your fingers long and slender too,

like beanie weenies in a steeping stew.

 

My, your legs curve like French bread;

makes me want your wrapper shed.

 

To dip you in the oil and spice

with some tasty veggies nicely diced.

 

I touch your body, warm and tender

like a medium-well prime rib dinner.

 

And your scented body so delish.

How you smell like an apple pie dish.

 

Now to finish this scrumptious meal

with coffee and honeyed biscuit wheels.

 

Oh my sweetie, you are quite a feast!

You make your man into a hungry beast!

 

Author's Note

Just a bite of fun (I hope)! :)

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is so funny, makes me laugh sooooo much!!! Oh, it does, it does!!!

I now have a picture of this woman ... not sure about the French bread legs but then, they could be very tasty! 'Have a feeling that this poet enjoys his food - probably drools in his dreams.

Well, Craig, you've really found the recipe for a piece of Sunday delight and, very tasty it is too. Thanks for sharing a slice with me. Great fun!

[Wildfleour]

Naughty, my brother and playful! :)

[cest la vie]

Oh my goodness, so witty and wise.. Such an imagination you have.. You succeeded in fun here!!

Legs like french bread? How creative. had me looking down at mine..LOL.. Thanks for this funny pick-me-up!!

[Stacey Watts]

I liked this. So typical. So true the adage I suppose. The way to a man's heart through his stomach or something along those lines. Very fun piece.