eclairage ecrivain - Comfort Food

I am skinny but I plan
on fitting into a woman's figure.
A chocolate cup could fill me
up with love.
My stomach crumbles
for blueberry muffins.
A warm gingerbread
house will tumble into
my mouth.
Lemon heads lounge on
my tongue making
lemonade.

If I am dressed in gray
it doesn't mean I am
depressed.
I am just lost in
the steam of dark coffee.
York mint patties
chart the territory
of my taste buds.
Tiramisu tastes like clouds.

I am expanding my
physical geography!
Skittles are a rainbow
traveling to my stomach.
While I am blue I need
some red velvet cake.

Deep with in my shadow
there's love.
I am in troubling bliss
with truffles.
The moon up
above must taste
like sugar.
Its a shame I
don't have a
spoon big enough
to capture it!

My palate was
high class but now
all I need is junk.
Crescents twist in
agony in my mouth.
Loads of star bursts
explode with flavor
and color going down.
I am happy that
I don't have to walk
a thousand miles later.

Writers P.S: I am really a healthy eater.
So this is the opposite of my personality!

eclairage ecrivain

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