Short Salivates Poems

i have a craving today
my tongue salivates
a crinkling yellow bag
i tear it open
salty and sour
potato
chips...

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my tasty cherry cheesecake
grandma’s recipe
with crunchy graham cracker crust
my mouth salivates
quickly mix one up
my favorite
food...

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Grate them like cheese, these
Hushed memories, so I no longer
Obsess, on my perforated chest,
Scrape them off of my plate, no    
Time to waste, Sorrow
Salivates...

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Two spoons
You can keep one
I do not intend to share
I have not had a hot fudge sundae in forever
My tongue salivates like a starving dog when she is ready
Perfect with whipped cream and cherry
Tasty...

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My mouth salivates when I see her
She is perfectly round, with a small dent
Her outer covering is soft and fuzzy
A gorgeous combination of yellows and corals
I see peach cobbler in my future with vanilla ice cream...

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His brown hair is out of place
And he stares into cyberspace
But his wife knows that his eyes are pure chocolate
Melt in her mouth
She salivates
And though he is at a distance
She feels her connection to him
As if they were touching
Kissing
She sighs
And he looks up
Their eyes connect
Like their souls...

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I wake
 With joy
 As i am to
 Have another
 Swagman’s Breakfast
 What succulent fair
 Awaits me
 As i ready
 For another day
 This meal will see
 Me through
 Till my next
 Feast.
 I ready myself 
 To dig in
 My mouth salivates
 I stand
 Swallow my spit
 And tighten
 My belt
 This is a 
 Swagman’s Breakfast...

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Mouth salivates,
Body now levitates,
Heat surging in the night,
Soul prepped to take flight,
My flesh is longing to turn,
Forbidden urges to churn,
Seeking forbidden pleasure,
Demanding his measure,
Soaked so deep within,
The original deadly sin,
Kneeling to ground,
Make no sound,
I’m awaiting,
His touch.

(c)2016 PJ Bayliss
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When I’ve a bit of attitude,
my Missy teaches gratitude.
At every meal, she salivates;
wagging her tail, she cleans her plate.
Do I pant such for thee, O Lord?
Or only when I can afford 
some spare coin on a Sunday morn,
forgetting the high cost you’ve born.
Be gentle, Lord, and by your grace,
remind me that you’ve set a place
A banquet, no mere kibble there:
Forgive and draw me near, my prayer....

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I peel you slowly.
Inch by inch.
Hands stutter, then
Nimbly uncinch.
First bite of flesh tight
And unyielding.
Slowly tenderize.
The salts are for curing.
You simmer slow.
Acid tang briefly
Taints the tongue –
Aromatic, you are like
Jasmine rice.
Just inhaling your slow roast
Salivates.
Slowly knead and
Rise.
Behold my baking – 
Mine for the taking.  
Throat wants to sing –
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………………………………………....

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