An Ode to My Breakfast
Open for interpretation.
My eyes danced in excitement,
As my fingers found the spot.
I breathed heavily,
as I pulled at the cover.
Peeling it away,
And revealing your firm bareness.
I licked my lips hungry,
Holding your flesh in my hand.
Bringing it to my lips,
Your juices squirted everywhere.
Dripping down my chin,
As I devoured every inch.
Near the end,
I sucked the centre,
Looking for one last juicy morsel.
Finished,
I licked my fingers clean in satisfaction.
Authors Note:
This poem came to me over a rather messy encounter at breakfast after I had read Naomi’s story Meet Me at Our Spot. Which if you haven't read it, i highly recommend it!
For the record, I had a peach for breakfast. So get your head out of the gutter and re-read this, thinking of stone fruit not eggplants. 😜
But I guess this could be open for interpretation…
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Donna Fox (HKB)
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Comments (20)
Peachy!!! Loving your breakfast ode!!!💕❤️❤️
Now I’m hungry for some fruit! Lovely ode!
You did this really well, Donna. And no, I will not come out of the gutter. ☘
Luscious and inviting is what I'll call this. Even if it was a peach lol. You could sell anything with the way you put together words. Very well done!!!
Could not skip past this title!
This is gorgeous writing! It’s like you combined the Sensational and Ode to Ordinary challenges and elevated a piece of fruit to a sensual experience. Which it actually is for me. I love peach season so much. 🍑 And I think all good poems have a double meaning, a continuous metaphor. Then people can choose which one speaks to them more.
Well, I am disowning my second child. What happened to the angelic child that I raised. Well, I never. All the people below, shame on you all. Refund please, thank you Heaven. Naomi....
Peaches or not, seems to be a great breakfast anyway 😂, congratulations for the imagination!
It is...suggestive! But full of sensual imagery! Loved it!
Lots of great sensory language! Good job. ☺️
Lol, shoulda known Naomi's story brought this on 🤣 I'll get my mind out of the gutter when you do, lol! I loved your 🍑 poem. Now it seems like you were talking about a different kinda peach 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Time for a cold shower oh and breakfast. Yup, breakfast 🥞
How very juicy of you, Donna! Seriously though this is so well written with vivid imagery! I really felt all the senses you were writing about. Nicely done!
I have indeed read that wild little story! beautifully written and multifarious ode on your part. You make breakfast seem so naughty!
Wether a peach or the gutter this was amazing 🤩 you really nailed this I am awe struck simply blown away
That was a very good poem! If I wasn’t hungover it would have me hungry 😅 Definitely open to interpretation;) Simply marvellous!
I like the Hobbit energy. Who's up for second breakfast? 😉
Nothing better than a succulent peach in the morning. Especially when the sweet juice squirts and drips off of my chin. Great way to start the day! Hahaha Great Ode, Donna.
LOL I love this! So clever, and full of vivid imagery. Great one, Donna 😜😂❤️
Nice double entendre throughout 🤣🤣 works perfectly though for either