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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very romantic! Loved the imagination of the write. Well done. Keep writing.; D