Petes Poetry
Food on the fire
I'm a chaser by sight,
and work under moonlight.
when the feminine scent is right.
a fire burns bright.
like this heart a beacon that attracts and warns.
it's not cold yet, no need to come close to get warm.
and the fireflies wouldn't know if their ass is on fire.
and it's silly to cremate yourself, but a moth's desire.
like buggery the answer, and to cook on a candle flame.
and hell I know, but not sure everyone's oven the same.
I'm a devil I know, wanting to warm by the flame inside her.
and I want to know her ingredient and method, then I'll know whether to taste or buy her.
I smell lunch but not sure whether it meets my dietry supplerment needs.
she claims she's after protein, but she may milk my blood and feed.
so I'm a dietition by day,a chef at night and tonight a speciality.
Tonight only sweets and deserts, because we will both need the energy.
author
Peter Riddoch.
and work under moonlight.
when the feminine scent is right.
a fire burns bright.
like this heart a beacon that attracts and warns.
it's not cold yet, no need to come close to get warm.
and the fireflies wouldn't know if their ass is on fire.
and it's silly to cremate yourself, but a moth's desire.
like buggery the answer, and to cook on a candle flame.
and hell I know, but not sure everyone's oven the same.
I'm a devil I know, wanting to warm by the flame inside her.
and I want to know her ingredient and method, then I'll know whether to taste or buy her.
I smell lunch but not sure whether it meets my dietry supplerment needs.
she claims she's after protein, but she may milk my blood and feed.
so I'm a dietition by day,a chef at night and tonight a speciality.
Tonight only sweets and deserts, because we will both need the energy.
author
Peter Riddoch.
