Muffin Lover

Sometimes I get horny. Sometimes I get hungry. Sometimes I get feisty! Mmm, sometimes, when the timing is just right, I feel all three of these at the same time and write poetry. Then horny drives my passion, food becomes my muse, and feisty is my lover ;)

Read on, Lovers...

Muffin Lover

Oh my sweet honey chocolate muffin
Oh how I long to taste thee muffin
Oh how coveted in the glass case muffin
Come out so I can have little taste muffin

Now we are together muffin
Just you, me and the shitty weather muffin
I promise I aint no creepy slouch muffin
Slide a little closer on the vinyl couch muffin

Oh hot and steamy tussled muffin
Peel off that rainbow accordion skirt muffin
Explode butter onto your creamy top side muffin
Drink cool milk in the lazy morning tide muffin

Why you looking the other way muffin?
More enticing than my Thanksgiving stuffin muffin?
So what he drives a 1957 Creme Brule muffin?
I go downstairs and puff-the-magic-dragon muffin

Smash you to a pulp in my teeth muffin!
Burn you in the boiling stomach acid muffin!
Shit you out the angry red pucker muffin!
Wipe my ass and go back to bed muffin

Now i’z gots to fly muffin
Think'n bout eatin cherry pie muffin
It’s enough to make a man fall down and cry muffin
Finger in my throat hurry-up-and-die muffin

Wait, what, you’re gluten free muffin?
Non-dairy chocolate bumble bee muffin?
Rub you all over my chest with ghee muffin!
Damn, arched back cotton-candy jamboree muffin!

Thanks for the shag n ride muffin
That was a finger-lickin Bonnie and Clyde muffin
Deep breath in, feeling quite alive muffin
How about I pick you up again at five muffin?

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Birth of An Idea

These are the words of a British mad scientist who sometimes visits me late at night... They must be read in the dark, with only a flashlight and sincerely dramatic overtones. This is essential, as you will not comprehend its magnificence otherwise.
Ideally, you, the reader, would be John Vincent Hurt on the brink of a massively deluded discovery. But if not, I suppose I can forgive this oversight...
Oh, but tread lightly, chums! Do not hold tightly to your sanity...

(Um, flashlight, dark, British accent?)

Birth of an Idea

Tonight
Lying awake
Unable to sleep
It pulls itself silently through the fissure of my thoughts
Between logic and reason
Like smoke slipping through the crack in a doorway
Into the unseen recesses of my mind.

Once
Through the crack
It transforms itself into molten honey
Burning away confusion
Melting the apparition of insecurity
Nourishing and sweetening
Endless possibilities.

Eventually
Like a stone
That has been tumbling through a stream for eons
It catapults itself over the precipice of recognition
Transforming once more
Into a cascade
Of liquid diamonds.

Finally
It rains down
Holographic shards of understanding
Microcomputers of connections
Neuro-synaptic nuances of discernment
Again, into this mind
That is now teeming with revelation...

Twinkling, Twinkling, Twinkling
I have an idea!

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