Disclaimer: This is very, very bad poetry and not for children.  Read at you own peril.



Hot Headed

Once upon a soup is our tale

The way to a man's heart without fail

Chicken, tomatillos, lime and rice

Roasted hot peppers and plenty of spice

The resulting concoction was a brew on the senses

Our desire, it mounted, knocking down all our fences

The domain of the bedroom was entered with force

Urgency on display - the aim? Intercourse

I went down on my knees to worship the rod

And said to myself, "Oh yes, there's a God."

The burning sensation I thought was desire

My mouth was aflame

And his loins burned from fire

My hands were the culprit

Flaunting thick skin with vain

But we now know jalapenos and love equal pain.


Ana Lewis
founder
WomenontheVerge.net