Haiku

ahh, sweet christmas eve
covered in tinsel and drunk...
there's a bonny sight!
 
And by New Year’s Eve’,
I’m still pissed, over-fed and
Kissing ev’ryone.
 
I like a good spread...
give me the amber nectar
to count in the new
 
Nectar. Different sorts.
The kind in a glass is fine.
In a cunt? Better.
 
Dry leaves, scattering:
Deep colors fly in the wind.
Best time of the year.
 
stay home, shy ladies
for witches hunt the shadows
this equinox night
 
Days cold, nights moreso:
Sandals to socks; shorts? To pants.
Fuck pumpkin spice, though.
 
observe the beauty
in a honest reflection...
should she not be kissed?
 
Cold morning, grey sky.
Hiking through the autumn woods.
Tea? Never better.
 
Inextricably
Linked: burgers, butts, so juicy.
Either? Both? Yes please.
 
Hot, greasy moisture.
Tangy savor on the tongue.
Bacon. It's coming.
 
Eggssses, my preciousssss...

Curving smooth and white,
The rounded dampness unpeeled:
Slurped up. Be-Deviled.
 
Blind? In the eye sense.
The imperative to breed?
It ain't visual.
 
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