Miscreant

by MyHalozChokinMe   Oct 25, 2012


Sugared orange slices, lemon pops-
You are my gingerbread house and I,
your sticky-fingered darling.

I am a gluttonous child!!
Where is the oven for miscreants like me?

Is there a witch within you,
eager to shove me in the fire,
melt me like salt water taffy
and wind me around your tongue?

I'm waiting my love, I'm waiting.
I yearn to be devoured.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    You know... Ive always felt that food and sensuality go hand in hand... You created a yummy and creative piece here Cara.. and it also makes the simplistic word "sweet" take on a new meaning... far beyond sweet! Love this!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Yeah thats right... keep going with these love poems and then claim you do not " do" love poems. ???? lol

    Now, I know this is nothing to do with the meaning of your poem but... I really want a ginger bread man biscuit now, and I blame you :(

    Good work.

    • 11 years ago

      by MyHalozChokinMe

      Okay. I retract previous statement of not doing love.

      I write what I feel. As do most writers.

      And, I am in love.

      =/

  • 11 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    Seductive, and sweet.
    I like the way this one speaks.

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