I wanna eat you: A Poetry Challenge

Hungry Monster

The monster eyes her ice-cream cone.
He sees that she might drop a bit.
And as it drips, he knows she'll moan
As he goes down to lick up it.
The floor is dirty, but who cares?
A monster's got to eat, you know!
And all it costs are goofy stares.
She drops some more to watch him go.

Ice-cream probably should have been on the banned list. If you think hard enough this might even be erotic, at least briefly.
 
To Be Taken With Coffee

I open my mouth and you serve me
a taste of exotic, wrapped inside
a sprinkle of bitter umber
and sugared marzipan blossoms.
Melting truffled delights
over tastebuds, jaded by too much
elegance and pretense. The will
to savour every nuance and suggestion
had been soaked out of this palate
until you came along and taught
me the art of flavour once again.
 
something in the way she said

licorice

made me want to lick her lips
and take devious nips
at her ticklish hips

lick-o-rish

dee-lish-i-us​
 
Feast

((I accept your challenge))


The clock rings true
Night has come
Let the feast begin

I await your presence at the table
The anticipation grows
My own personal dish lays ready
Awaiting your special rations

You enter the room
The aroma wafts over
Laying gentle kisses on my face
A suiting preview of things to come

One special lid replaced
All others removed
Unseen steam envelops us both
Forming an unescapable prison
Allowing neither to leave until the meal is done

First comes the appitizer
Something light to set the mood
It builds the positive tension
A sure sign of things to come

Next the main course
Our speciaties mix
Creating a unique dish
Packed with flavor
Full of kick
We devour it hungerly
Savoring every bite

Finally dessert is ready
The final lid removed
My favorite part
A fitting end to the perfect meal
It hits just right
Leaving us both content

Another meal down
A shame that such times must end
But tomorrows a new day
And with a new day
Comes a new feast
 
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