SKIPPY--a fun one for the nuts& foodfetishists

[arielsgoddess]

Skippy (You know who you are--Freak in a Jar )

You're smooth like peanut butter
Goldenly appealing to the eye
Always smelling so sweet and earthy
You're the perfect companion for anything
Like with some honey, in mellow drunkenness
Or the favorite fruits and goodies from the garden
Naked stalks wrapped in and around you
When I think about you like that, I think
Damn! If I had you AND chocolate
I would never need anything else

But I know you can have other textures
Variety is a good thing, you know
So what if you get chunky?
Some people like the extra
Sometimes parts of you are rough and tough
That's because you are the product of nuts
Everybody knows that's to be expected
So you don't have to go back underground
If you come apart and lead a greasy life awhile
Or give-in to the goofyness, like other goobers
And become peter-pan on the weekends
Or reject everything and go all-natural
Don't worry if you hit the bottom of the jar
I'll still be there for you in a jif

Longing for the taste and feel of you
Even though your presence makes my
Tongue stick to the roof of my mouth for hours
Makes my voice so thick I'm choking on my words
Feeling like I need a drink of water
Just thinking about you

Even still I can't wait
To dig my fingers into you
To get a mouthful of you
And share in whatever you want to offer
Creamy or salty or stale or raw
I want to be roasted and turned into butter with you

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Skippy (You know who you are--Freak in a Jar )

You're smooth like peanut butter
Goldenly appealing to the eye
Always smelling so sweet and earthy
You're the perfect companion for anything
Like with some honey, in mellow drunkenness
Or the favorite fruits and goodies from the garden
Naked stalks wrapped in and around you
When I think about you like that, I think
Damn! If I had you AND chocolate
I would never need anything else

But I know you can have other textures
Variety is a good thing, you know
So what if you get chunky?
Some people like the extra
Sometimes parts of you are rough and tough
That's because you are the product of nuts
Everybody knows that's to be expected
So you don't have to go back underground
If you come apart and lead a greasy life awhile
Or give-in to the goofyness, like other goobers
And become peter-pan on the weekends
Or reject everything and go all-natural
Don't worry if you hit the bottom of the jar
I'll still be there for you in a jif

Longing for the taste and feel of you
Even though your presence makes my
Tongue stick to the roof of my mouth for hours
Makes my voice so thick I'm choking on my words
Feeling like I need a drink of water
Just thinking about you

Even still I can't wait
To dig my fingers into you
To get a mouthful of you
And share in whatever you want to offer
Creamy or salty or stale or raw
I want to be roasted and turned into butter with you

This is great! You aroused me and made me hungry...

 

[arielsgoddess]

The way to a man's heart..or atleast his attention!

No one has ever accused me of not knowing how to please a man....and other stories

 

[arielsgoddess]

Awww..and here I thought it would retire at 69 views!

Well, come-on people--there has to be someone standing in this crowd that's not just a voyeur--anyone want to post a poem or challenge?

 

[arielsgoddess]

TALES FROM THE KITCHEN: The Cookie Jar...

His appetite was awakened, why should he tell it no?
As he strolled to the kitchen, the refridgerator's glow

She watched him from the counter, he perused the deli meats
Inventoried the cabinets, but couldn't find himself a feast

Stealthily she waited, beside the coffeepot she hid
When he tried to leave the kitchen, she slyly tipped her lid

The summery scent of cinnamon caught him in a trance
She slid across the countertop in a sugary advance

He stared into her cleavage, goodies glistening with butter
As he began to salivate, he quickly tore off her cover

This is what she'd waited for, opening herself up to him wide
Without any caution, his hand was plunging deep inside

Then the kitchen light was thrown on, catching him in the act
But to his horror--it was too late--he could not pull it back

To the onlooker he was guilty, too greedy to let go
But what really happened in the kitchen, only he would know

Because of his vices for her spices, he gave the jar her way
The taste of Snickerdoodle cookies still haunts him to this day