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“EVER FALLING IN LOVE WITH LITTLE EL-LE!” a poem August 10, 2018: {Freya’s Day}
There’s a subtLE twinkLE – in your eyes, as we piddLE in our trundLE bed!
You sizzLE, as-we-nuzzLE, and “A-little-tinkLE-just-might-drizzLE!” as-you-said!!
I love to suckLE, so warm & gentle; I, your poodLE, really tingLE;
CuddLE, cuddLE-with-a-littLE-tickLE is what we do, as we co-mingLE,
We bungLE! ‘Neath our fluffLE, white & softy linen sheets,
Undercover, kissing-your-noodLE, the scrumptious boodLE greets –
Perhaps some strudEL, as we oodLE; I’ll sip sweet fruitLE from your rumpLe!!
It’s-no-great-leap, you-know – to imagine our embracLE in rhythmic humpLE,
And-I-love to fizzLE, as we doodLE ‘cause-
it-just-feels-SO-right!!
A littLE stickLE, or-perhaps-a-prickLE – to make you squeal with delight!
CoodLE TrudLE, I love your stinkLE, your-dripping-wuffLE from your frumpLE;
And, YES! There’s-been-accus(a)EL! of-(engaging-in)-outrageous humpLE,
And you know I’d whiffLE you, ‘til mackerEL come home OR – until IT creams!
So, IF-we-sleep, my li’l punkLE, our dinkLe wunkLe can prinkLe in our dreams!
(pause)
With angels, sprites, ELves & fairies (pause) who mingLE – in-extremes! 🙂
fin. ❤
