B erry tasty; each bite a treat
E specially Deutschland yummy
R eturn for another nutty slice
R egale for my lips and tongue
Y es, all the taste buds stimulate
G o into the local pantry
U se only freshly picked fruits
T ake more than one slice
C an I stay; well at least for now
A m I satisfied; you betcha
K ingly fare, fresh, and mouthwatering
E ssential with cup of coffee
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Her flaws are sizeable, but I overlook them.
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Sumptuous rasp to die for,
utterly mouthwatering sound.
Say it just a little bit softer,
under the cover of midnight.
Run your tenor through my hair,
reveal the soprano within me.
Unpack all that is harbored,
saying it low with a susurrus.
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?
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 attraction
she's so hot by the sea
my want is her touch
touch me with her wetness
soak me with her feel
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
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’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
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
Thin slice, flavorful bites
Mouthwatering me.
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.
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!
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.
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
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