she's a great cook to be fair,

puts fine grub on the table,

sees me eat up with gusto

as best as my belly is able

she has a bread-maker now,

flour and yeast and pastry,

I must mind my waistline,

dont gobble it up too hasty

upset she is at what I leave,

fat gander getting force-fed,

guts so leaden and swollen

I'm no longer good in bed

obesity roost...

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Conversation is always adult like and has an encore

But, his eyes can’t stay off me

Trying to figure me out

Conversations, are as if he wants me

But, the thought of having me as an eternal meal

Not sure if he is deserving, or it’s just the thought

Tracing my face

I smile even when death is near

My mind is a marathon and he doesn’t run anymore

He is already near

In the...

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