Recently my husband has started flirting with me through dirty haikus. I find them utterly charmants and do not wish to be the only one enjoying them. Occasionally he will deliver a series that tell a story together. I’m sure this is against the ethos of traditional haiku as the point is the brevity but I don’t care as they’re delughtful.

Some are also rather personal and may not touch the Universal chord but I will include them nonetheless. Occasional names or initials may be changed to protect the wicked.

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Benwah ball juggles

A juicy peach between thighs

My tongue yearns for her