thick…
all cooked down…
like white cane sugar…
I curl my tongue around…
and swallow slowly…
I feel it slide…
thick…
like honey…
like something sweet…
caressing me inside…
all the way…
down….
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David Emeron: Sonnets 
A little bit of food erotica makes the medicine go down…
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Heh….
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…and this strikes me as more than a little bit. The medicine in question seems to have disappeared of its own accord
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Hmmm. that seems cryptic
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David honey, you are just making my toes curl….
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Of all the entries of which you might have taken note…
Ernm….
Most gratifying to see one still has ones proverbial “mojo” after countless decades : )
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I am full to bursting of mojo – just ask my poor tired husband who is 10 years younger….
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