Gift Exchange
I have a present for you.
It's all wrapped up tight, pretty as a purple plum
(Mmmm, what a tasty phrase that was…)
Laced up in green, frilled with blue and orange
And tied together with a spritz of yellow
Decked in red, sprinkled with white,
And with just a hint of black, of course (I know that's your favorite)
All my precious colors, waiting for you
To unwrap them from my greatest gift
I have a treat for you.
Blonde and peachy, smooth as silk
Waiting for your soft touches
Of tongue and teeth, fingers and fists
Whatever order is served up tonight
It'll be good though, that's for certain, just because
It's from you
I have a gift for you.
It's not blood and death this time, but something far more…
…primal.
Not fire and gasoline, but much more…
…heated.
Not a fistfight to the end of the night, but still all the more…
…physical.
Well, well. Well.
It seems here's a present of my own
Christmas came early.
(And if you keep this up, that's not the only thing that will.)
You gave me a little black box this year,
Onyx wrappings tearing apart under my fingers, to reveal
A tanned and battle-hardened perfection
…with the sweetest chocolate on top.
How did you know they were my favorite?
Dark and decadent, but…oooh…
Milky.
Though you really shouldn't have, you know.
It's rude to return a gift to the giver.
Then again, I suppose I could make an exception for this.
For you, I always will.
A/N: Haha, a little bit of naughtiness to interrupt the mantra of dark, depressing, sentimental, sappy poems. I thought perhaps a bit of light, silly food metaphors for sex would be fun. xD And I realize this is quite from Joker's perspective, which breaks the promise in my summary of these poems being from either one's POV, but the last one was purposely written from more Bruce's mind, so this was sorta balancing it out. Thoughts are welcome. :)