Once at home,
Sharing yellow/green guavas,
Grown on tested soil
Across waters,
I stood vulnerable,
Yet observed...
Such extension caused salivation.
And as I entreat
With gel of such,
Strangers,
Familiar pallets,
Some said, "Cheers!"
I at once
Was held accountable -
So, I returned
To pruning and prayed.
My muse's thumb grew greener.
*
Traveling through the land,
I was told that I would receive hot food
once I reached the YUCATAN.
My taste buds are of fire
As the flame kisses my lips and tongue.
Oh Pavlov, can you see my salivation?
A fire that is sweet and warming.
Of course, the warming is fire
And the sweetness is the fire bringing on my passion.
Once I arrived I tasted you and it was of pure sweetness.
however, the sweetness was of my taste
As you were good
In the manner of a kiss from a Bella Senorita!
Still, you were not hot in the regard of what I expected.
I will love your taste forever.
however, you were not my fair Carolina!
Grayanotoxins affect both cardiovascular and respiratory systems. Symptoms include a burning sensation in the mouth and pharynx, anoxia, salivation, emesis, muscular weakness, dimness of vision and bradycardia followed by severe hypotension, respiratory paralysis, coma, and death.
Note.(supari killer goli ya Teka)
She found salvation in the stimulation of salivation,
As the solution of her saliva was so simple,
Soothing her seared throat evenly against the savory smoke.
Usually by somebody of age
Holding another‘s neck hostage,
Most of the time breathing downs that neck
But fully sure the drama would wreck…
Being awake while the world is asleep
To keep enacting the Emotionally Deep,
When time and space permit
Begin to love vows vomit…
No distinguishing a lawn, stranger to a broom
From a pre-paid hotel room.
It’s a directive from vain flesh
Like an Iraqi Muslim settling for a Christian Welsh:
Easily tender caress of another’s hair
As soon, faster, crazier breathing of air
And predictable knot-tight embraces of a shoulder
By the now sexually bolder.
A helpless leaning on same for salvation
Sadly, The Good food lost to salivation.
Millions bring closer its expiry date,
Expertly foretelling when it shuts its gate:
Merely a clinging to a declared heart throb
While one still wants to the truth rob
Amorous Love is another saleable good on your shelf
You would market yourself.
Always coming in different shapes
Off and on supportive of rapes
And gaze long at it
One to arrive at views split.
The ever congratulated option
Of willing absorption
Of a blood distant,
Making it yours, the next instant…
In a court surfacing,
All official papers filling,
An affidavit swearing,
One’s honest signature endorsing,
Every bill handling
And a parent’s face wearing…
Wa-o-ow! A final elevation
To parenthood
And appropriate salivation
Over what is adjudged good;
A riddance to the worse
Through some good money from one’s purse.
It’s now a new scenery
Of oft shouted “Da-ddy and Mu-mmy!”
By some chatterbox and canary
That didn’t its beginning have in your wife’s tummy
Pleasantries no longer revolve
Round just you and your wife
For electing to brazenly involve
Another life.
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020
The Seconds grew impatient
As Anticipation aimed its dart
Hope sat erect at the table
Compliments practiced their parts
Breaths were held as the Chef pirouetted
The Piece de resistance proudly poised
Triumph on a smooth, sleek glass surface
To the accompaniment of Merriment's noise
Paradise was but a dimly lit candle
Beside the Pheasant's brilliant blue flame
Exclamations burst forth midst salivation
The Proud Bird had earned Highbrow acclaim
Looking at you; they feel lust
They wants to get a taste of it
Promiscous eyes bewitched with anxiety
Pointed heart longing for a touch
The max dissolver couldn't penetrate
Their rigid and gloomy heart
Sharpened tongues graced with deception
Aimed towards the timid prey
Until they gets a taste of it
Salivation will never bid them farewell
Until they caress the depth of hood
Their indisciplined hands will never rest
They're loosed cheetah wandering in search of bone-
A used bone of ethic origin
They're lion without teeth
Boar without fists-
Pretending to possess the devouring power
They've put on the mask again
To deceive,degrade, receive and escape
They were here before-
Pointed nose!
They're disgusing-
On dancing mask!
'dum dum!',they're pricking the drum-
Don't dance to the tune of their jamz
After the jamz they'll remove the mask-
Display of veil'd personality-
Dancing mask!
I'm cynical of polly!
Rice soaked and yellowed
in steaming, spiced curry
dance around the cooking bowl,
as they collide with chicken legs
and thighs once in a while...
My family sits around the table,
with anticipation visible
with their salivation. They can
smell a Swahili cuisine
from the dining room.
Patiently,
I wait for stew above the rice
to disappear,
then I give the green light
with sounds of cutlery
and wine glasses....
Date Published: 6/24/2016
Talking curses speak in tongues.
Enamored in your warmth. Serpent hands are healing.
A Heaven inside your ribs, an orchard in your guts, and honey in your bones.
Salivating for salivation with twitching hooves.
A fever crawls over me like needles of hellfire.
The Pentecostal shakes.
Singing and clapping to the rhythms and convulsions.
The congregations' electric.
Ghost filled meat coffins. Bound by death, Submerged in uncertainty. Unified by the storms. All unclean spirits wrestle in the roots. Giving me the heebe-jeebees. The Penecostal shakes.
Fond of Food
By Franklin Price
4/16/2016
Fond of foods that flood the mouth
With salivation sweet
Candy's dandy for dentists too
When we have some sweets to eat
Ripe, fresh, new and tender are names she should bear.
I am 17, she’s 16, both alone and innocent
in a partially illuminated room.
She possesses while seated,
expanding hips, lines of fleshy diversions,
small dark shadows and shades of secrecy- what a bodily landscape!
Crossed and well catered thighs, partly covered by a mini
the fatal bullets of lust are triggered by this tempting feminine shape.
Pumping emotions, just flowing like rolls of textiles
so lengthy that it cannot be measured by any tape.
Changing sitting position causes a flash of her underwear,
stimulating powerful focus like a longing ape.
And rapid chemistry-change from the signals of my sight,
produces great salivation already tasting like grape.
The heat of the moment fights morality and ego
with a telegram in the mind centered on rape.
But my reputation has already gone into oblivion
so what’s left of my honour, I’ll not scrape.
WANDERLUST
A subtle dab of perfume on the wind
autumn siren whispering
her song amid the trees.
Beguilingly peeking
from behind
leafs blushing fan.
The taste of salt upon the air
seasoning to tempt
adventures palate,
salivation at the ringing
of Pavlovian bells.
Imagination in the dust of vision
oasis in the sight of closing eyes,
unreachable horizons
barely touching
the edges of the wander lust.
John G. Lawless
contest - WANDERLUST
8/15/2014
Salivation of intent
mouth watering, ne'er extent
I must envision
in practice risk content!
Salvation must be real
or I am only spent
to chew away the corners
unreasoned with resent!
What is then in God's order
surviving daily task
to walk some safety's border
insuring my relapse!
My actions must stay forward
in diplomatic stance
the hungry heart's affording
must emphasize ~ enhance!
Starvation as encumber
eliminating class
is not a Godly answer
but usury's repast!
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