Cheers OW, I like to think I can be relied on to add a touch of class to the food porn element of our poetry thread. I seem to find it frighteningly easy.;)
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I heard this read beautifully, full of mystery, on radio 4 this evening
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qp7q
She walked the rhythm or a heartbeat
Talked like a rustling wind
Touch like cool spring water
distant as the land of dreams
And no-one knows how she does
As she waits and waits as she does
Watching the sky for rain
Heart strong like a quiet scream
And no-one knows how night grows
Into morning out of a creeping dusk
And wake yer in a cruel moment too naked
For an eye to throw a blind on pain for calm
Jean Binta Breeze
Fish Finger Porn or Worrying thoughts about David Dickinson !!!!
Your long crispy goodness,
Enters my mouth,
My teeth pierce your orange coat,
The soft white flesh,
Explodes in my tongue,
My juices flowing,
I swallow,
Ecstasy.
By Herakles {Whose maybe watched too much David Dickinsons Real Deal.}