I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink
*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born 
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Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes
Your eyes partly blue and darkly brown softly pull me in Sweet & seductive I like you, so allow me to be honest Truth is I like you a lot The taste of you could be like warm sugar Slightly slapping and burning the back of my throat The part that your moist tongue could so easily tickle Like pink cotton candy on a summer noon Delighting my swollen navel through to my tummy But I must refrain Knowing your side effects is lasting Tempting and downright sinful (So) I keep watching from a far (unsafe) distance…
If I had a dog I would call her honey And feed her treats If I had a cat I would call her ginger Or maybe ginger And fish her good fish If I had a man I would call him YOU Or maybe love Daily feeding him with wet& juicy kisses
I like words, and long runs I like books, and good food I like this, and sometimes that And what do you know Lately, I find I like you
He came over for a cup of tea On a cold Sunday morn This tall dark drink of coffee Our future was spelled out in my green and his earl grey(tea) A (sly)smile of seduction forming & sealing his fate shut Cookies crumbled under warm tea biscuits When our quiet eyes finally met… The unfolding story begs to be continued... *Please feel free to offer criticisms, this is a freshly baked poem...*
I am a sucker for warm cornbread Passion for it rising from within to my hips Warmly intense in its soft smoothness like milk Every bite is lust sweetly swallowed Then there is you Walking in In the midst of it all And once again like before you arrived Passion starts rising This time from my hips swayed and corked straight to the left Where you dark brown eyes now rest Like that warm cornbread…
My heart is obese in its affection for you Fed full and pudgy by your late night hugs and sugar sweet kisses That one touch and fondled cuddle before Monday dawns With a yawn of resignation for life Juicy warmth bringing peace in a quick embrace One last see you soon at the door pumping more flesh To this heart's fat *Have a lovely week
As marble cake glazed with creamy fondant
Dripping sweet & seeped in berry juices
You peacefully sit
Brown eyes quietly beckoning
Pink and brown licks
Softly calling my name
Your morning breath like sugarcane creamed coffee Warms up my lax neck sweet tension slowing rising Your eyes brown and soft like jelly buttered toast Fills me leisurely up, cliché words morning rituals and such Mostly unnecessary Your strawberry tongue finding its lonely path Down my happy throat Gingerly cooling my new dawn
