Slowly stir
your tongue with mine
now lick
where peaks have have formed
pour yourself
into the tiny mold
leaving nothing behind
feel warmth and heat
of me
as you rise to perfection
mixing our honeyed sugars
into a confectioner’s bliss
hope to never hear
the “ding” for done
*
©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
10/26/2018
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(This is based on a challenge from an Instagram poet to write a recipe for lust. I wrote this, then saw that challenge was to only be 20 words–so I did another piece for that and saved this one for all of you. Hope you try the recipe 😉)
Go Dog Go Café 
Honey mixed with fire. A potent mixture of words.
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Thank you kindly.
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I enjoyed the poem.
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Ummm – wow!!! Loved it 🙂
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Such an exotic recipe of passion. Loved it Beth.
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Thanks friend!
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Whoa!! I think this made me “Overheated”! LOL! Can only imagine how this “Sweet Confection” turned out to be! Brings back the lyrics of James Taylor’s song – “How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You”!!!
Bellissimo, Dear Beth, Bellissimo!
xoxoxo
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Great song!! Funny you thought of that. Thx for reblog sweet man💜
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Must have been a hidden subliminal message! Ha!!
xoxoxo
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t Miss This Delicious Poem!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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TY for the reblog. Truly appreciated.
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