I can’t resist,innocent enough at first,just a dash of flavor to wake me up,tingle the senses, give me a taste,
Inspired by Terijo’s one-line Spice prompt
Touch me at your perilI’m no sweet bell pepperTaste me and you will Burn in joyous heatAnd you will come backAgain and again,For…
Coffee-cinnamon steam risesover the first shy, blushing smiles
Sometimes,it’s a little scarybeing a baby.I love being sportybut mummy saystoo much of thatwon’t let me becomethe pretty posh girl…
One line poem response to Terijo’s prompt, spice.
If variety is the spice of life
Lots of girl-friendlies suggests spice is rife
Is spice forgone being true to one wife?