I want to taste you he said. Thank God I’m coiffured
for the good doctor. My lips were large and parted –

as he started to go down south
hungrily feeding his greedy mouth. When you’ve given

birth twice it stretches you out like a linebacker. And I
trimmed the gym with a weedwhacker because no one likes

hair in their mouth. I wondered had he ever tasted patient
before? I would surely **** him if he said I tasted like chicken,

or worse yet fish. But I think he liked my dish. I seasoned
it well with perfume and powder after a long night in the shower.