She's absolutely delicious,
sweet like a nectarine,
light fuzz covers her
in all the right places.
I love the way she gushes,
so juicy like a ripe peach,
flowing in abundance,
heavenly-stickiness,
her face looking stellar.
She's very kind
& super fine,
teaches me
how to love her,
tasty like a cobbler,
I gobble her up
every chance I get,
it drives me
out of my mind.
She's definitly not a pet, but
rather a bowl of succulent fruit,
******* the size of peaches
with stout lovely-nipples,
as hard as the pits.
I can't wait
to jam it with her,
I want to make some
marmalade
of my own.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
She's absolutely delicious,
sweet like a nectarine,
light fuzz covers her
in all the right places.
I love the way she gushes,
so juicy like a ripe peach,
flowing in abundance,
heavenly-stickiness,
her face looking stellar.
She's very kind
& super fine,
teaches me
how to love her,
tasty like a cobbler,
I gobble her up
every chance I get,
it drives me
out of my mind.
She's definitly not a pet, but
rather a bowl of succulent fruit,
******* the size of peaches
with stout lovely-nipples,
as hard as the pits.
I can't wait
to jam it with her,
I want to make some
marmalade
of my own.
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