Vanilla, I could remember licking,
tasting, savouring and sighing.
Why did you squeal on me, told my
obsession to my conscience.
I miss your comfort and your smooth texture
and your orgasmic waves on my tongue.
Your scent is like none other in desserts.
How do you get my nose to smile
and my teeth to dance
and my hips to widen, you naughty you.
Or your perfect temperature, cold for hot days
and cold for times of misery.
Such times you are better than these suckers and
Tender on a delicate aching throat
and gentle on the stomach
and just right on my teasing mind to eat more
and more and you were always available
and I scream for you.
Day 8 of Poetry class and the Elegy comes along. I choose to focus on an Elegy of longing since the prompt is ‘flavour.’ I covered or I think I did three stages: sorrow, admiration and solace without any set meter or rhythm, since it is not a traditional topic. I also included the literary device of enumeratio, I notice it quickens my pace to read many ‘and’ in one sentence.
I leave you withDay 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5 , Day 6 and Day 7
Can you guess the dessert of my Ballad? I would like to hear your answers down below.
I love this!
I appreciate the love Lauren :).
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Sure is. ;).