Oh...I yam
a salty dog
letting my tongue
exxplore your
naval
plunging it in
only to come up with
an apple & cinnamon hot cross bun crumb.
Tasty!
Now I have it
on the tip of my...flick it...eat it.
And without batting an eyelid
continue on to more
soutern climes
those balmy nether regions
continue feeding
at your...pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the innocent childlike joyful eroticism of your poems :) Who else except you would mix so lovely the purpose of the table and the bad :))