I look at you with lust – so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks. I know I am unwise.
Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slinking slowly to my hips.
It breaks my heart to leave you lying there …
Yes – how much is that chocolate éclair?
Author - Yvonne M Fee
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
I look at you with lust – so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks. I know I am unwise.
Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slinking slowly to my hips.
It breaks my heart to leave you lying there …
Yes – how much is that chocolate éclair?
Author - Yvonne M Fee