eat me

[ivantheterrible]

i lick you
and you respond
i taste you
i love it
your musk
your love
i ask the same
you refuse.
eat me
lick up my cum
suck it down.
love me
refuse me
find another.

 

[darkmaas]

Trussed and Stuffed

::


"Eat me"
she was so sure
she had him in her thrall

"Eat me"
how could she know?
he was a cannibal



::

 

[Angeline]

::


"Eat me"
she was so sure
she had him in her thrall

"Eat me"
how could she know?
he was a cannibal



::

It's so rare that you rhyme.

Gulp

"I'll eat you," he said,
but she kicked him in the can.
"What am I, Spam? Oh. You're reading
To Serve Man".

 

[darkmaas]

It's so rare that you rhyme.

Gulp

::

She cried "It's so rare that you rhyme"
As he seasoned with basil and thyme
softly basted with care
grilled tender and rare
silver platter'd she tasted sublime


::

 

[unpredictablebijou]

To me you look just like dessert:
your shortcake's especially pert.
But I'm unused to dishes
that wriggle like fishes;
If only you'd be more inert.

 

[The_Fool]

I might have gone there but I can't do limericks....

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I might have gone there but I can't do limericks....

So do something else. I mean, what the hell, right?

 

[darkmaas]

I might have gone there but I can't do limericks....

::


For dessert we have blueberry fool
the poets are starting to drool
If its no trouble
make mine a double
of asti spumante so cool



::

 

[The_Fool]

So do something else. I mean, what the hell, right?

BJ, the irony of this thread is that everything we do seems to revolve around a table and a casual dinner. Guinness of course. Bar food and beer melds well with eclectic conversation. Not eating our words but rather savoring the conversation. Savory, sometimes spicy, as we share bites of our thoughts and words. You taste quite good.

 

[Angeline]

::

She cried "It's so rare that you rhyme"
As he seasoned with basil and thyme
softly basted with care
grilled tender and rare
silver platter'd she tasted sublime


::

A man drinking scotch from Mars
was singing the blues in twelve bars.
From the platter she said
Shouldn't you lay your head here
my dear John? (The fault's in the stars.)

 

[Safe_Bet]

BJ, the irony of this thread is that everything we do seems to revolve around a table and a casual dinner. Guinness of course. Bar food and beer melds well with eclectic conversation. Not eating our words but rather savoring the conversation. Savory, sometimes spicy, as we share bites of our thoughts and words. You taste quite good.

Hey - No Fair! I've been wanting a 'taste' of bj for a while now!

 

[ShyErraticTable]

Sonnet (One Hopes Numbered 69)

Did she say Eat me? Dare my impure thoughts
Stray now to cunnilingus? If they may,
I might, by all that’s righteous, start to play
With her soft fondly parts. I ‘spose I oughts
To start with teasing at some other parts
(It’s known that foreplay oft needs prime machines
That have not been run properly), I mean
That part is swell—Look! I am too—but hearts
And down technique are what apply the glue
To keep some women happy. And I must
Be thinking like a Boy Toy, for I trust
My feelings in this, Luke. I seek, I sue
To lubricate her lips, her sex, her clit;
I’ll make Muff Divin’ Man Top 40 hit.


.

 

[champagne1982]

A sonnet on this table, set with stuff
like silky drawers and silver spoon
music from the radio floating softly croon
so atop the cloth she puts her juicy muff.
He wanted soup and salad for his noon
meal but knew that gefilte fish and stew
was upon the Norwegian wood. Adieu
to lunch unless smorgasbord was the boon
of tasting her spread lips and nether dew
opened wide and at the place card waited
for the diner to taste and eat til sated
that succulence experienced by very few
to lick the fleshy slit and though belated
heard her cry, "Eat me, for I'm already plated!"

 

[jackNbox]

http://www.ociocritico.com/oc/blogs/cine/wp-content/images/teeth.jpg

 

[ivantheterrible]

now that one took an odd turn.

 

[darkmaas]

now that one took an odd turn.

Odd indeed. It went from blank verse to a pair o' sonnets in 11 replies. Who says there isn't much poetry happening on the board?

You should thank your poets. Thanks too to jack for bringing veggies. A bit heavy on the meat dishes (I doubt all that flesh was federally inspected).

::

 

[Guest]

neo retro

Some sugar, please


Was that lemonade
or was it raspberry?

Both, I think ~
it tasted sweet,
a little tart on your lips.

Here
d
o
w
n
there

everywhere.

Such a smart girl,
never giving it all.
Hold back
stand back
until I ask

commiting more and more.

Baby, I need
some sugar please




I think this ones from 2003