Perfect Pair
a perfect pair
quite mesmerizing
a luscious fantasy
so round and delicate
firm but soft
a pleasure just to see
warm and beckoning
such succulent centers
begging for a nibble
temptingly tender
so tantalizing
drool threatens to dribble
I lick my lips
my tongue imagines
each teasing gentle bite
resistance gone
they will be mine
these orbs of pure delight
I close my eyes
my heartbeat quickens
I’ve dreamed of these all night
my desire’s piqued
my hunger’s tweaked
for two poached eggs this breakfast
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
Giggle…I wasn’t thinking poached eggs here…
I did laugh on reaching that last line. Quite a fantasy!
Toast….. tell me there’s toast! I love where you went with this, Rob. Thank you for sharing the breakfast of dreams. =D
So it’s true: We actually DO think about sex every 3.8 seconds! The eggs don’t have much of a chance…. 🙂
nicely poached Rob….sexxy and edible….yummy breky…thanks again for your tasteeeeeee words
I like mine lightly done! Nice touch to the poem.
You SO got me!!!
…and those eggs sound perfect to me too! Lovely poem….
ha. make mine over easy…plenty of salt and pepper….i like mine a little messy…smiles…
Rob, you really had me going there! Love your wayward way with words, had ME drooling, and I’m not even into “orbs,” ha ha. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/09/11/comes-the-revolution-for-riley/
A great deal of fun here! Thanks for the laugh! k.
…for two poached eggs! ha ha