Crazy About Her Shrimp Poem by Charles Simic
Crazy About Her Shrimp
We don't even take time
To come up for air.
We keep our mouths full and busy
Eating bread and cheese
And smooching in between.
No sooner have we made love
Than we are back in the kitchen.
While I chop the hot peppers,
She grins at me
And stirs the shrimp on the stove.
How good the wine tastes
That has run red
Out of a laughing mouth!
Down her chin
And on to her naked tits.
'I'm getting fat,' she says,
Turning this way and that way
Before the mirror.
'I'm crazy about her shrimp!'
I shout to the gods above.
Beautifully envisioned and penned beautiful poem. Congratulations for it's selections as poem of the day.
Nice poem! PH seems to be getting adventurous. Congrats on being poet of the day!
This is sensuousness captured in its pristine form. Eat, drink, love and be merry.
If this isn't honeymoon love, I don't know what is! ! ! Charming and lusty and fun! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:08:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Live and let live others by enjoying food and beverages.....Nice one