We met in a café.
It was love at first sight,
But I tried to hold in my delight.
Instead I ordered a latte.
*
From the across the room,
I locked eyes on your form,
You were far from the norm.
And your scent did loom.
*
I could stand it no more.
I must hold you now,
For you I would bow.
O'er to your side I tore.
*
I adore you, my dear!
Let us return to my seat.
You are my treat.
I don't care if they leer.
*
I bring you to my lips.
Your body's perfection.
Your sweetness far, far, far too good to mention.
Like a woman possessed, I gobble, then sip.
*
Oh! Stud muffin! I love you.
But alas, our moment is done.
Was it good for you? I swear it wasn't just fun.
And I'll never forget you.
*
My darling,
banana,
chocolate chip,
muffin.
A satire for the "Across the Room" Challenge on Vocal Media :)
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Call Me Les
Aspiring etymologist and hopeless addict of children's fiction.
If I can't liberally overuse adverbs and alliteration, I'm out!
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LOL, love this! I can honestly say I've never felt this way about a muffin. :)