Honey Bun Poems - Poems about Honey Bun

How I love my honey bun, soft and buttery, warm and swirled with cinnamon, frosted heavily. Glaze that stays right on my plate - watch me drizzle it over all my sweet dessert – every little bit! You can bake one up for me. You could make a ton! Then I’d call you happily my sweet honey bun. April 14, 2020 for...

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I was damaged with a heart like ice. You entered my life and in a trice had melted my frozen layers one by one. I've become hot as a furnace next your skin, my soul ...

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I saw it, I touched it, I bought it It looked like it, smelled like it, felt like it But ooh! when I tasted it, Something was missing. Was it spice? Was it sugar? Aahh, I got it! The molasses, where was the molasses? I think it's for the next batch. * (Inspired while driving from Placencia to Belize, from Margery's 70th bash at Robert's...

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Just the sight of you, Out of the corner of my eye, Makes my mouth unbelievably watery. The way you look back at me, as a gaze at you, gives me unbelievable chills. Chills that provide my imagination with all types of thrills. Thrills Just awaiting me, awaiting the passionate love we share With just that simple kiss, touch,...

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Ok honey bun my shining sun among the loving blaze of fire you run. Tuns of blazed loving power, in a shining sun. On a blazing sun of love you run until your time to sleep. leap honey bun, leap honey bun, leap to sleep. Ok honey bun my looming moon,sweep your feet like a broom, off the sun on...

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There was once a man from Thomaston He called his wife honey bun His knee joint went out In pain he did shout Viagra's no longer number one...

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