My mouth coated with Coco bombs
Washed with vanilla cream
Taste buds scream, as if they are exploding
Flavor that melts on my tongue
And I haven't even added the sepia syrup
It turns my favorite cereal into delectable bonbon like bombs
No spoon is big enough for the mouthfuls I bite into
Thick servings TikTok dancing on my tongue
I love the African celebration
So, Coco Puff pass me a bowl
I want to taste these puppy love kisses every morning
p.s. but nothing is better than my favorite cereal at night...
Hazarding a guess
he holds onto his inner rake
like a shining crucifix
raking leaves in his Autumn years
he considers poetry
keeping bees in their hives
is just as sweet as honey
a joy to convert
his favourite hidden hobby
he considers french slang
expensive bonbon candy,
then, next page, he reads:
"les bijoux indiscrets"
ravenous,
he psalms within the margin
Candide Diderot. '24
When I feel not equal to people
Should I of not wished to be different from day 1
The wave of acceptance the wave of feeling of being how
How I reveal my feelings or why and figure to make them into a sign or carve them into a tree,,
Travel far travel wide
You won't find another lady close
She fits the bill ..... a little grumpy, but she's alright
Reach out to feel special
tear it up and discover the things you do
Zucker Zucker yous etes ma fille bonbon
Zucker You open the door to discipline
and core
I Love you and all you stand for
You showed me why and told me with your mind
You don't want me but can't resist
Goodness to your heart abyss and falling in Love
Goodness in your heart, A story tells many truths
Leaving hand in hand
Learning quatrant-vingt
Laughing laughing at the failure
That once was a war
Now 420 is at our door
De la croûte à la mie
Parvient l'essentiel de l'ambroisie;
De la préparation à la fourniture
Tournoie la belle tournure.
Miettes pêche en poudre,
Saupoudrées à la surface,
C'est son coup de foudre
Tout à votre chasse.
Taro, crème, lait, pêche bien assortis,
D'ensemble ouatées au sein,
C'était ce à quoi Euphrosyne mordit;
Sa joie se transmet à travers millénaire chemin.
Un bonbon chic au beau milieu,
Comme l'étoile la plus brillante au centre de cieux;
Volubiles velours au pourtours,
Comme l'entrain pour romance pour toujours.
Prenez-en une pincée
Et laissez caresser vos doigts par sa souplesse,
Prenez-en une bouchée
Et laissez adoucir votre palais par sa délicatesse.
Regardez-le souvent,
Que vous ayez la pêche permanente;
Savourez-le souvent,
Que la bonne santé soit à la suivante.
Raspberry bonbon confectionery,
Lavender fields, spicy infusions
Neon lights, trailing ivy shimmer,
Eerie azure moon, stately silhouettes
Katoomba's eucalyptus gardens
Aqua paint swirls, funky abstract art
Freshly cut roses, Prussian royal
Spider veins, mimic skeleton leaves
Maldives sandstorm, sapphire jewels
Inherited, European eyes
Topaz rich, diamante gem skies
Working man's blues, American roots
Cerulean butterfly, flutters
Reticent, admirably, beneath
The ozone layers,
Vast deep blue hole
Laura was couer-shaped,
the way her knees blossomed out,
magenta, genie-like sheer. She blew
kisses like cultivated fleurs de jour.
Her drooping necklace, a frolic of felicity.
Laura’s bodysuit pink — a glittering
off the shoulder bonbon,
holding perfect ample
and youthful bosoms.
Sam was blond,
a sunny-yellow brooding type. As Laura
faced West, He faced East. She leaned
against his ebony suit.
He wore a bowtie, not one that spins;
a scholarly erudite.
His cerulean shirt bleeds
deep in his heart, blue skies
infused into his profound eyes.
The third party, a french painter —
a poet, a woman’s woman.
Her husband gathered the flotsam —
driftwood to hang
on my wall. Romantic
whimsy gets me in the mood.
8/10/2020
Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch
When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.
When I held you in my arms, I did not feel
our lack of completeness,
knowing how easy it was
for us to cling to each other.
And there were nights when the clouds
sped across the moon’s face,
exposing such rarified brightness
we did not witness
so much as embrace
love’s human appearance.
Keywords/Tags: Love, sweet, sweetness, sweet love, kiss, sugar, melt, melting, dissolve, dissolving, candy, lozenge, confection, tablet, pill, cough drop, capsule, confit, bonbon, honey, sweetie, chocolate, symbolism, romantic
Buttercup as an anemone, I see my bonbon
In the midst of a wharve spin,
Graciously thin languette,
Ecclesiastic, a true coquette,
Offered for a handful of sequin
On the 1000-thread linen, rests Evangeline!
Shine the uptown shrine with whispering vocal cords
As the frock is overcome with a slow descend,
Never mind the sallow ambience of
An ageing Jesuit mission, or thereof,
Words of prohibition annulled by disparlure:
Madame! – as they say, I don’t kiss-poor.
My appearance, utterance of faith,
Expected and grandiloquent,
Clasped the mortification with inflamed blood,
Yet budding desire, instantly prescribed,
Not to let it out of my sight.
But to greybeard wonderful torrents of luxury,
About to 5G live-stream this imperious rite
Will put a stop to any cavil,
A cue in hand to excite ’n’ appease the inner devil,
I abide the coming, Evangeline!
Cordial satisfaction, marvellous plantation of joy,
Memento mori, I must this very moment, I must die.
Cool charming look
Bubbling like bonbon brook
Alas! ‘Twas bait with much hook
paris,
the daughter of a hotel tycoon,
like jim harris,
she acts like a baboon
oh come on,
you know what you do,
eating a bonbon,
I wish I could say screw you
a dirty VIDEO,
too many to name,
hearing abou you on the RADIO,
it's all the stinking same
a dumb blonde,
who is an idiot,
just like Mr..smith,
wants to get jiggy with it
who cares paris,
who cares if you get hit by a pepsi truck,
here's to you paris,
guess what, you suck!!!!
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