Irresistible, incomparable, impossible to describe.
Twelve inches of pure sensation before her
as she reclines and opens wide.
Teasing, pleasing, and rigid it stretches before her face,
dips deep, deeper into her throat.
She shivers, delighted with the taste.
Viciously, violently, vigorously she vice-grips it with both hands,
in and out, 12 inches of meat goes
as she shoves it in as far as she can.
Slimy, wet and slippery the warm fluid oozes down her chin.
She takes it in and out faster,
takes it out for a second, only to shove it in her mouth again.
Chest heaving, heart beating, such a drum to her soul,
grabbing and gripping feverishly
she then swallows it whole.
Sappy, savagely, satisfied she examines the ruminants like a hog.
Then with a mustard smeared smile she declares:
“Man I love hotdogs!”
A contest entry
- Humor by C.I.M.A Punk.
500 points, ended January 5, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Was your mind in the gutter?
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I was a bit afraid that this was going to be X-Rated, but fortunately it turned out to be okay.
Nice write and good luck.
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GROSS/ NOT FUNNY
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what's gross about someone enjoying a hotdog? Perhaps you should feast your eyes apon my lighter work, "whole 12"" was out the ordinary- I recommend my new short and sweet poems. -
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I object to the image that was implied, until the end....and you can't say it is not implied, because that is what makes it humor....GROSS humor.....
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ha, u really got me going there for a second! funny :-)
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Almost had myself goin there for a sec too. lol
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