Can’t stop staring at you from across the room,
If I got my hands on you what ever would I do?
I feel it in my stomach I’m craving for a bite,
I have to restrain myself with every inch of my might.
The way your skin tight dress wraps around your buns,
To have you in my mouth, now wouldn’t that be some fun?
If I had my way with you, some would call it murder;
But would that be necessary?
You’re only just a burger.
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Author:
Reyas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2018 09:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Decided to try a more comedic piece than usual, hope you all enjoy it.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Oh lol a good write R.
Good fun write. "Do you want fries with that?"
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