Soft ...
warm ..
white flesh
pressed gentle to my lips
as
juice...
flows ..
softly and from my chin
now drips
Scent...
intoxicating..
as taste and touch explode
in
*******
waves of pleasure
that down my
throat...
So sweetly..
flowed.
Hunger sedated
Tastebuds cry thy name
as I recount the pleasure
without guilt or any shame.
:):):):):);):):):):)
**** I love roast chicken....
;)
Blame Maria her poem Consume set me off lol go read it