The scent of you filled the room,
I was salvating at the thought,
could you really satisfy me
where you what I sought,
I caught a glimpse of your skin
as you entered the room,
I wanted to devour you
it couldn't come to soon,
Man, you were a cracker,
I could taste you on my lips
a wet and passionate smacker,
that through my body rips,
But with you here in front of me
I don't know what to do
How can I even taste your flesh
with blue numbers died into you.
I know you're already on the plate
here just to nourish me,
But how I wish with all my heart
That you dear pig
were and free.
Author notes
Prompt... Blue Pigs
A contest entry
- The Blue Series....Contest One by Dalaney.
850 points, ended January 25, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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another clever entry and take on the prompt...thank you so much for this write. love, lane
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This is quite a decieving piece giving the reader the perception of it being sensual, when infact it is a harsh reality painting a sad picture of the fate that awaits such a beautiful animal as the pig bred to nourish our needs. This is excellent! Great take on the prompt!
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