Best Sugared Poems

white sugared buns
parted buttered await the knife
lick the wayward blade...

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Your sweet golden,
Brown Sugared, skin
adds A little spice,
to life, Destine,
to explore the nature, 
of yours, I am nurtured, 
and famished, With,
constant under standing, 
why you are loved, so
Baked in by declaration, 
of your lips, speaking genuinely,
Above and beyond, captured,
my hunger,
in complete ness, 
To never let...

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Yesterday is sour puss,
And tomorrow's a cloud,
So enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.

Last week is where is she?
And next week is all wet.
Enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.

Last month is dead pussy
And next year's a drag.
Enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.





11/9/2015...

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Bought a tiny watermelon
Going to cut his top right off
Then cut his round bottom
So he won't topple and doff

Going to gut him with a scoop
Eating the guts until covered red
But spit out all that black slimy poop
Tonight won't be very early to bed

On the remains...

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In any argumentation,
there's none as unanswerable
as a smug diner's opinion.


You gush about chilled champagne,
To my unschooled taste buds,
that's simply bottled, sugared rain.


And you adore sturgeon caviar.
To my unpolished palate,
that's salty clay dipped in tar.


No debate about the agendum.
No dispute in matters of taste:
De gustibus non...

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Spry of step, your clover feet
green with chlorophyll oil
sugared the soul, contained, complete
bergamot imprinting soil

You are a butterfly shy of wings
tethering a cloud in your net
Immersed in the wonder that wonderful brings
you give just as much as you get

Swept of hair, eyes of blue
imprinted with...

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Bittersweet I lick my lips, 
a bundle of wired nerves; 
The dopamine hits my veins;
I don’t want to crash 
so I’m crushing on you,
sipping that cold brew coffee;

Poison lingers like syrupy sweet mocha, 
as addictive  as undetectable sugar; 

Taking a taste of your blueberry...

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He was born young, I mean really young
His hair was curly, fluffy and beige
His skin, for milk and fire a bridge
His eyes, orbs of fiery passion 
Favoured was he by Aphrodite and Adonis
He is he that is moulded by time and endless time of daydream.

Bite...

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                 I drool like a fool
           ...

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               Yawn, stretch your arms high.
               You thank God for this great day.
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