We all have our favourite
parts of our bodies
i know where mine is
because its given me
so much pleasure
ever since the first time
it felt stimulation.
But one has to be careful.
I mean, there are parts
of your body which, if abused,
time will punish you for.
My favourite part
has had much abuse
after wild nights drinking
leaving it sore, burning
and sometimes blistered.
And through my life
my tastes have changed.
Where once it was the
straightforward pleasures
which brought satisfaction
now i find i'm open for
something excitingly fresh
and dip into the exotic.
I have to admit though
when fully aroused
my favourite bit
has been known to be
abusive, the punisher
but fortuneately also
the conveyor of pleasure.
Yes all in all, there's
little to compare with the
pleasureable experiences
received by me
all in good taste
upon my tongue
my favourite body part.
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dusk arising (
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Good write, Dusk.
A morning coffee winner.
I hope you are taking a treat of some sort with that coffee.
I am allowed one sugar free biscuit.
Oh Dusk Orchi will be swoooonning. But oh yes, nothing beats eating for unconditional pleasure......
I'm doing rather too much of that unconditional eating at the moment... i'm having to do that shielding thing and frankly i eat through boredom.
ha ha ha -- ever bin fooled - cos I just have - - hhhhmmm couldn't possibly repeat what I took your favourite bod-part to be Dusky you tease........
I bet you were associating me with Rudolf and his shiney old nose eh? Maybe not. Well if I had followed through with your train of thought then just what sort of a punch-line would I have had to dream up?
Answers on a postcard please addressed to:- Fido c/o Orchidee, MPS House, Poets Corner, Wonderland.
Yes of course - tongue. lol.
Great one dear Dusk
Now I am feeling hungry and saliva keeps running, thinking about so many delicacies
Chocolates, Nutella and so much more
I guess I am a glutton
From one fatty to another.... just scoff the lot mate.
Yep
It’s day or night
How does it matter for a foody
Hey Dusk !! hahahahaaa
This is a really teasing poetry, leaving us in suspense...
Did chuckle thinking all the possibilities..:)
I wonder how many different possibilities you thought of?
hahhahahah 🙂 A poets' wavelength can go miles you see.
Nice PLAY on words.
Thank you, yes I was just playing with words to tease here.
All that fur.... You do keep it well trimmed for easy access, I hope....
Dammit, you realised tongue was a typing error.
Yep - once I got my types sorted and realised protuberances come in all shapes and sizes....
That taste is so wonderful in our lives d a.
Andy
You're only typing that to curry favour!
Hehehe I guessed wrongly! Thank you for this funny clever poem!
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