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Oct 2013
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
Written by
soul in torment
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