Love Is A Burp

By jolono

Thu, 23 May 2013

4 comments

She burped and I laughed.
Second date and she burped
Long and loud. Embarrassed
Her face reddened.

Fish and chips with coke
A sure recipe for burps
I laughed, so did she
That shy laugh.

She messed with her hair
Twisting it around fingers
Nibbling at the ends
Eyes like fire.

She smiled, I leaned over
I couldn’t resist, I pecked
At those full lips
And tasted,pickled onions.

Permalink Submitted by The Walrus on Thu, 2013-05-23 21:11

Nice one, Jolono, strangely enough it reminded me of a poem I read in The Goodies File many years ago.

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Fri, 2013-05-24 12:00

Hi there jolono, It's amazing what a person can get away with when they're in love, don't you think? Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by Shannan on Sat, 2013-05-25 14:53

Bless you j - lots and lots :-)

Permalink Submitted by VeraClark on Sun, 2013-06-02 18:33

I would be so let down if somebody tasted of pickled onions. Full of bodily functions I love to hate and packed with such fun.