Well…he is a rogue…
Craving and succumbing
To temptation
For enchanting creations
Craving and drooling
At the delightful sights
Of exquisite beauty.
So bold,
So shameless,
Always eyeing them
And licking the lips
Without a care for
Peoples stare.
So open in his
Admiration…
Feasting with his eyes,
Oh! Yes, he is rouge nevertheless,
He is my sweet tooth…nonetheless.
For - Theme Thursday - "SWEET"

I thought you were talking about me for a second..
ReplyDeleteFeasting here
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Alejandro...Oh, you are right, I was talking about you.
ReplyDeleteThe poor sweet tooth...great composition
ReplyDeleteAwesome depiction of the monstrous sweet tooth! Wow!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Janu!
Wonderful write. You describe many men with this one!
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Haha...nice one, Janu! Really clever ;)
ReplyDeleteAnticlimax ;) lovely poem Janaki
ReplyDeleteThe rogue! I love it. You got me on this one as I thought you were describing someone (or many someones) that I know;) Great writing Janu!!
ReplyDeleteI've been accused, at times...
ReplyDeletesmiles...i guess you can not help yourself eh? got to watch those rogues though...
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot everyone...:-)
ReplyDeleteLeah...it is actually what I had in mind, but added the last line just in case.
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love the playfulness.
Hello.
ReplyDeleteJanu, your rogue sounds very familiar. I think he might be my naughty twin! (lol)
Love the creativity of this one. Great image too.
Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.
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Firebrand Of The Heart
Nice work :) You never fail to inspire me. :) xx
ReplyDeleteAdmiration ... yes I love this poem I am speechless.
ReplyDeleteHappy Rally!
Would i be a rogue with this lead up to christmas that i keep dipping my hand into the chocolate tin
ReplyDeleteGreat Poem... Gotta love the sweet tooth
ReplyDeleteHa! That sounds like a naughty tooth! We would get along. :) Great poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you....:-)
ReplyDeleteMy sweet tooth is a great rogue and has total control of my body, mind and soul. Oh how I love him, he talks to me all the time and claims to love me above all else. Yes, oh yes, my hips do say and my hands move of their own accord, and that sweet tooth chomps on every sweet treat he can find. Then comes the hate, oh how I hate that sweet tooth. Not much I can do but hate and love, a losing war.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great poem to describe my worst enemy and so glad you shared it with us on this weeks sweet Theme Thursday. Thanks for playing with us, hope you will play again.
God bless.
Geesh! That was perfect.
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Very clever - I like it!
ReplyDeleteA clever fun write, nicely done!
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Oooo Janu...I think this is the second time you've pulled my leg LOL...
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