Poem a day over easter

My attempt at writing a new poem every day over my easter break.

The Jungo Kid's Nightmare

A slightly freudian attempt at a Sestina
Cherry

Our love is a filthy love

Our love is a filthy love That spends the day wrapping us in sweated sheets Licking the juice from our faces Before blearily delving under again To burp sweet nothings into our navels

My truly Liquid way of life

Alright love I’m single Yeah Nimble With my fingers As they slither down your back To that bit above the crack In your fleshy arse And I might make a pass At you Here where the house
Cherry

Have you ever speed dated before?

Local radio listeners sent in questions that they would like to ask on a first date. i shifted them about and added a couple so that it works better.

Do you remember?

She seems crisper these days And as I return to the table clutching drinks brittle laughs are telling us all how much happier she is And do we remember the awful times?

Sex food

A lot of couples when being intimate like to coat each other in chocolate And I’ve heard this can get the girls quite hot but It’s not for me, and you might call me crazy