Giving in to my sin.

I lie awake in my bed
With thoughts of you in my head
Tossing and turning all night
With visions of you that delight
Fueling a fire that you sprung
Wanting to taste you on my tongue
I long to lick you all over
Leaving me so hungover
All I want is to eat you up
This dream just isn’t enough
Its time I quench this fire
And give in to my desire
So I get up out of my bed
And heads toward the kitchen instead
Where you await for me
Inciting in me such glee
I grab a fork and dig in
Indulging in my sweet sin
For you can no longer deny
My beloved pumpkin pie

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  • Papa Sparks on Nov 22, 2009

    This was so sweet and precious. You are such a good writer and it has been really nice to watch you evolve into a better writer with each post here. You really should think about marketing these poems.

    If I could make one small suggestion here–the lines ending in “over” are okay, but if you could find another word that has the same rhyme, that would work better I think.

    I like your choice of words and the images you have painted here.

  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 22, 2009

    i too look like a pumpkin

    if u peep in

    some time u would like to

    also eat me

    good poetry

  • Jenny Heart on Nov 22, 2009

    Nice!

  • ken bultman on Nov 22, 2009

    Great culinary poetry. I know you just well enough to know where this one was going except I thought it would be ice cream. Nice job.

  • cardy on Nov 22, 2009

    Loved this very nice work.

  • Atanacio on Nov 22, 2009

    an honestly clever write Frank :)

  • Themax on Nov 22, 2009

    haha I love to eat and dream it also,Thanks :)
    Nice poem!

  • Shirley Shuler on Nov 22, 2009

    Hi Lady Sunshine, you really had me going there for awhile, but I should have known where this was going, lol.

  • Teves on Nov 22, 2009

    Very nice poem. Hi sunshine…

  • Melody Arcamo Lagrimas on Nov 22, 2009

    Very nicely done.

  • svishnugopal on Nov 22, 2009

    very clever, thats all i can say…lol very nice

  • Guy Hogan on Nov 23, 2009

    You had me thinking all kinds of lustful thoughts. I was wondering why this woman’s lover was in the kitchen while she was waiting for him in bed? Silly me.

  • abhishek40914 on Nov 23, 2009

    good one :)

  • deep blue on Nov 23, 2009

    You could be so unpredictable at times. BTW, you did it good in the end. The drive had been satiated. Well done, LS.

  • cebuanaeyez on Nov 23, 2009

    Ha! Ha! Ha! Nicely done!

  • giftarist on Nov 23, 2009

    As usual Lady – the word is “clever.” Great work!

  • agriculi on Nov 23, 2009

    Very creative

  • drelayaraja on Nov 23, 2009

    Well done. great poem.

  • Yovita Siswati on Nov 24, 2009

    Lovely poem!

  • shanthu on Nov 24, 2009

    nice poem………thanks for the share…cheers mate

  • Jane Jane on Nov 25, 2009

    I love the twist at the end. That makes it fun to read.

  • T.Rex McGoogle on Dec 9, 2009

    Nice poem. Sometimes a pumpkin pie is the best therapy.

  • T.Rex McGoogle on Dec 9, 2009

    It’s a very nice poem. Sometimes a pumpkin pie is the best therapy.

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