Succulent soup, translucent tongue
Picture my original kiss
Comfort when the glass is bitter
But is it good, or was it this?
Prisoner of his unctuous voice
Almost once above the mushroom
Symbol in an empty kitchen
I never liked to lick that treacle
Cunning-you-osity killed the clam
Hot steamy death, I chew, I am
Moist and tender, deep and raw
Bleeding, throbbing smoky noir
Groaning, moaning breathless sighs
Parted lips and open thighs
Estrogen's a troubled dish
Tastes like chicken, smells like fish
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 7:37 AM UTC
**Sadie, Sadie lovely lady
Would you like to be my chum?
Don't be shy, but tell me 'maybe'
My, you've got a scrumptious ***
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC