-By Linda Lee Lyberg
This is sensual bliss
A perfect golden yolk
Luscious as my lips kiss
Thoughts of lust provoked
The silkiness of liquid sunshine
As I lay it on my eager tongue
The texture, so thick and sublime
I shiver, shake, I’m all undone
There is nothing like a simple egg
To please the hunger of a soul
The egg will never make you beg
Once eaten, you’re sated and whole.
Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: It’s Poetics night At D’Verse and Lillian has asked us to write a poem about the word refrigerator, what’s in it, on it, or what thoughts it provokes. This is mine- I am addicted to soft boiled eggs!
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