Posh (an acrostic poem)

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Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds

Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast

Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate

Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment

Crisp (an acrostic poem)

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Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue

Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite

It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it

Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke

Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it

Crush (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t take my eyes off you, you gorgeous thing

Really girlfriend, I want to consume you whole

Until you are all gobbled up.  Yummy, yummy, yummy!

So get ready to have my tongue touch every single part of you, you…

Hot hot hot fudge sundae!

Coffee (an acrostic poem)

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Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose

Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation

Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught

Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue

Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds

Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony.  The day could now begin.

Soup (an acrostic poem)

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Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance

Oregano and tomato played the bass notes

Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes

Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue

Ornament (an acrostic poem)

Oscar proudly walked down the red carpet with Sasha on his arm

Rarely had the whirl of cameras and flashes popping been so soothing to his nerves

Now if it were a normal day he would be duck and covering

Always trying to avoid unwanted attention

Many times it was inevitable and he just had to bite his tongue

Even when the paparazzi grew belligerent

Nearing the head of the line he pasted on his million-dollar smile

The fact he was Sasha’s ‘and one’ never bothered him.  He liked being arm candy

 

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