Eating In Bed Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Eating In Bed

Rating: 5.0


Oh...I yam
a salty dog

letting my tongue
exxplore your

naval

plunging it in
only to come up with

an apple & cinnamon hot cross bun crumb.

Tasty!

Now I have it
on the tip of my...flick it...eat it.

And without batting an eyelid
continue on to more

soutern climes
those balmy nether regions

continue feeding
at your...pleasure.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Onelia Avelar 06 April 2009

I like the innocent childlike joyful eroticism of your poems :) Who else except you would mix so lovely the purpose of the table and the bad :))

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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