Chocolate melting off a perfect wine-red cherry,
Frantic, licking,
My bodies clock ticking,
Passion going harey carey.
Whip cream mingled with my sweet sap
Wet lips savoring,
My bodies flavoring,
Now’s not the time for a catnap.
Pleasure seeking in a sea of scrumptious treats
Long fingers, poking
Hands hot, fire stoking
Sweat, and sweet, O’s melting seats.
Come hither, fruit bowl’s full,
Whip it, beat it,
Brownies, chocolate, eat it
Till ecstasy is anything but dull.
Langue d’Amour
11 years ago
5 comments:
As you know I love music quotes and titles, so allow me to refer to my favorite lady from the Eurythmics and just say "Sweet Dreams are Made of This."
are there any other kinds?
What are you implying, MP?
You don't thimk this poem will be accepted for the countries new sex education class?
hey, this recipe is better than anything i learned in my home-economics class as a kid. :)
LMAO, did you mean your rope?
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