Red
Brazenly garbed in boots and lace
Splaying treacle ‘bout the place
Her lively laugh emits a shake
From her head to her toes
Make no mistake
Her breasts perform
And my belly aches
I can’t accept her cherry tarts
Nor raisined rice; I’m torn apart
I fear I’ll dribble the scalding tea
The darlin’ lass has offered me
So, I sit quite awkwardly
Nipping on wee bits of cream
From my copper cup
And I dare to dream
Sopping up her sublime flow
Of niceties before I go
©Kay Salady
Image Credit: www.sodahead.com
Posted on November 10, 2013, in poetry and tagged breasts, cherry tarts, copper cup, cream, fantasy, head to toes, lass, laugh, niceties, raisined rice, sublime flow, tea, treacle, waitress. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Delightful
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It is. Isn’t it? 😀
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indeed 🙂
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