Crave (an acrostic poem)

Counting the minutes until I can get the next hit

Reality can be such a harsh mistress

All I want is to leave this plane of existence

Vying for my spot in line, I wait eagerly

Eventually the latest Brandon Sanderson will drop and I will be high

 

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Divine (an acrostic poem)

Donald thought she looked like an angel

It almost made him hurt how much he wanted her

Vivid ideas about what would happen if they met

Instantly flooded his hormone soaked brain

Nothing would make him not think she was a gift from God

Even when she spread her wings and ripped out his soul

 

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Portly (an acrostic poem)

Pushing the limits of girth and mirth

Obscures the reality of the situation

Realizing that it’s all in the spirit

Totally makes it worth it

Little things like a wild eyed child

You love being called Santa

 

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Tickle (an acrostic poem)

Temptation to reach out and do more than touch

I pulled my hands back, my fingers flexing

Carrie giggled and shimmied closer

Kissing was now in range, but still I held back

Last thing I wanted to do was cause her to run away

Everything would depend if I could keep making her giggle

 

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