Mouthwatering Poems | Examples

Blind

Hot as hell and bloated to burst,
I’m filled with this desire to tame.
You’re wild but I have such a thirst
as your shape fills my doorframe.

Overstimulated and underdressed? 
Proceed to the pernicious playroom.
I knew before your whisper confessed
that such intensity was not a costume.

Sweet is more than it seems my dear,
a dash of mouthwatering strawberries.
Mix in the heat of a Carolina Reaper,
I tend to become loud, my voice carries.

Have I raised a bit of interest yet,
do you possess a gambler’s mind?
Are you willing to place a small bet,
put on a scarf and enter my room blind?

The Fullness of Time

Like succulent peaches ripen on the tree
So is my heart aching for thee
Like   mouthwatering grapes hanging from the vine
I can now confirm that you are mine
The story of the lonely soldier walking on the road
With his boots around his neck and a pistol hidden in his chest
Knew that the war was over but he had to cross over
And so he kept marching on singing his freedom song
Like fountain of the morning with shadows bending its wing
In the garden of hope sweet melody sings
And morning burst into flame
And the people rise to their feet again.
 
The fullness of time is divine

Mouthwatering

mouthwatering attraction
 
she's so hot by the sea
 
my want is her touch
 
touch me with her wetness
 
soak me with her feel

Meduvada

Mix black lentil batter 
Must add salt and spices
Make holed rings, put in oil
Meduvadas frizzle
Mouthwatering, fluffy
Melts in mouth, soft, crispy
My most favorite snack

- Christmas Baking -

  Gingerbread cookies
  brown, thin and crispy
  The hot syrup mix
  All ingredients
  Grandma's recipe

  A temptation,
  mouthwatering
  Christmas spirit,
  great atmosphere

  Eggs that break,
  butter melts
  Christmas songs

  Ginger
  Pepper

  Dough

Montague Middleton

Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues 
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”

Montague Middleton met Molly Milton, many men ‘met’ Molly more
Montague Middleton married Melissa; so many mad moans Molly made
Montague Middleton’s most massive mansion made more modest mansions mundane
Montague Middleton moved Molly in, making Molly both mistress and maid

Montague Middleton’s missus made many mouthwatering munchies
Montague Middleton’s missus made Monty’s mouth moisten most days
Montague Middleton’s missus met Molly, mentioning marital meddling
Montague Middleton’s mischievous mistress mocked Melissa’s malaise

So:

Montague Middleton murdered his missus
Montague Middleton married his mistress

But:

Montague Middleton made a mistake
For Montague Middleton’s mistress
Can’t bake

Tracks

Allow me to introduce myself,
friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose;
Once you read me? I stay off the shelf;

I run around in a sweet saucer 
all decked out in salmon pink and green;
It runs on the smoothest ice water;

Vast emerald and rose trails take wing,
my reputation always proceeds;
Ship arrival’s got music blasting;

Spicy taste like Taco Temptations,
I’ll share mouthwatering bliss with you;
A vibe of flavorful explosions;

Life’s a tour bus for me everyday,
spinning parties everywhere I go;
You’ll feel it as soon as I press play;
 
Floating in on a sick rhythmic beat,
I flutter into invisible;
Flick that switch on, hit it off, repeat;

We’ll do this all night if you want to,
those who built me forgot a slow move;
It is all or nothing just for you;

Flooding wood with cosmic ascension 
glitter bombs and sick lines hit the floor;
All your senses give way to passion;

My life’s devoted to a mirror 
showing you what you’re capable of;
By track’s end you’ll be a believer;

High fever demands that you return;
On my slick turntables the motto 
is ‘For all you girls filled with fire?  Burn.’

Tuna Sashimi

Tuna sashimi
Thin slice, flavorful bites
Mouthwatering me.

Love is like bubblegum

Love is like bubblegum fresh at the start
Zesty and fruity, like adrenaline to the heart
Mouthwatering anticipation of bubbles to come
Time spent together it's outstanding fun
Next comes the bubbles it's fun but it's messy
Lots of puffing and blowing, a little bit fleshy
Normally next, things just get chucked away
It was nice when it lasted but the gums had its day
But in just a few cases, the bubbles are special 
The effort for chewing remains well worth the wrestle
And when the bubblegum is all but gone
You are left together with a special someone.

Ode to a Pressure Cooker

In my kitchen, there's a treasure,
scrumptious dinner, it helps me prepare.
Under pressure it combines flavors,
Serves proudly, mouthwatering savors.

This wonder made of stainless steel,
Shines like a star among my utensils.
Rice, beans, soup, or stew, 
Ready in a flash for the whole crew.

Safety valve and rubber gasket,
Ensure this helper is not a threat.
Though it shrieks like a train,
This gadget is a faithful friend.

I rely on this device a lot,
As it gives peace to my heart.
So, here's to the pressure cooker's plea,
Transforming ingredients into a glee!

Campfire Cologne

Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward,
The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark.
As we toss on another twig and some old plywood.
Now and then embers would escape with a loud spark.

Amidst the smoky scent of our cozy campfire. 
Mouthwatering infusions seem to be airborne.
Familiar sensations waft into an aromatic spire.
Can it be hot buttered toast, or is that popcorn?

The fragrances so inviting, mixed with earthy sprays.
As the breeze diminishes so our campfire's warmth we feel.
The eucalyptus enhances a perfume, in a smoky haze.
The overwhelming aroma of our campfire is quite surreal.

The spellbinding flames flicker, casting shadows of their own.
Its all made more spectacular by our campfire’s cologne.

Passage of Praise

Persuading October from her quiet lair
Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms
Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share

Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pines and elms
Secrets and shadows reflecting nature’s rush
Flames of ginger, shushing dark who overwhelms

Sweet dreams are splattered with hope by God’s paintbrush
Storm wrecking peace calms souls who reflect this time
Much like a coryphée, plied by a wood thrush

Closing those moments by the sea, maritime
Breathing in crisp air, whispering a prayer
Carrot colored leaves twirl in a soothing rhyme

Reflections so daring arrive on sun’s glare
Lifting the past’s tears with grace beyond compare

Autumns Delicacies

Outside my windowpane 
Daylight dwindles 
Sunshines sparsely 
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors 
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn 
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our heads
Shadows stretch out deep
Swaying weeping willows sweep
Smoke smells flow through the crisp air
Musky scent from stonefire oven pits                           
Spiced up dishes mouthwatering lit
Lavish and lustrous ambers crackle
Flaming orange leaves swirl around and prance
Seducing all to voyeur their performance
Golden crinkled copper leaves splayed
Reaching, rustling to the ground
Making shuffling sounds
Minty blues peak through scarlet rays
Fall cashmere shawls display!
Autumn gardens
Nights that linger lasting moments
Granting lover’s time 
For making romance

We Enter My Minds Eye

Meet my friends Nip also Tuck here
            in my imaginary...
came to flabber, jabber with us,
Right there!
swimming together!
             see them...
Nip is a master of diguises,
can change any color, skin texture,
rearange any tentacle size,
in water, murky! salt! a mixture

Tuck has super senses,
makes no mistake,
with intense vibrations,
can enter a metabolic state...

We'll go for some mouthwatering bites,
through my inner Abyss, one salty sea,
All- having insatiable appetites...
let's lose Tuck, so not to nip you or me,

on our way is a Laugh Inn Dinner,
 delites,  they serve, me'ate'o'rights,
taste better than condence...
'there'- We'll build confidence, or not,

We'll need to shed a tear
upon our sudden 'wake-up'
for our escape, without fear
an a tear, we'll need to take
to get back out, from here,

a single tear-drop, from an eye,
drip us, out of an optical sphere,
back...back...back from my minds-eye
for this dream will not reappear!
 
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Tuesday Memory

three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on gran's
baking tray

I opened
   the back door
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
there
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouthwatering
             confection
succulent

 sultana delectation

home -baked
  by she
especially
for
   me

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