who wants to cushion my seat?
And have something honeyed to eat?
It is no disgrace,
If I sit on your face,
Until you are rather replete;
Méli
Bravo to both our poets for their inventive and amusing variations on the limerick!What a joy to assume the pose
With your sweetness nudging my nose!
My thirst's not quenched
'Til your thighs are clenched
And you just can't uncurl your toes!

