Sticky Pudding Poem by Dorian TheCat

My sticky pudding
Sweet and pleasing
Full of love and feeling
She's like a sticky pudding

Her love is pulling me down
Don't want to leave her alone
She calls me when I'm not around
Her love has got me bound

She wants me all the time
Cries when I'm not at bed at night
Work is a misery and boring
She's like a sticky pudding

Her legs across my hip
Her beloved pillow my body
Her warmth and the breath
Me squeezed in her love wreath

Running away is not in sight
I will go out of my mind
My love for her is true
She's my sticky pudding

15 June 2010, Sydney