You looked stunning,
all dolled up,
dressed to to the hilt
at dinner tonight.
Your dress fit you
stunningly,
it left nothing to
my imagination.
It's the thought
of tasting you
that created such
an intense appetite with me,
not your pretty little toes
all painted pink
that makes me hungry.
And though I like your toes,
I thought you should know,
I love something pinker better.
It is the ultimate meal,
gives me
the sweetest-satisfaction.
You?
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
You looked stunning,
all dolled up,
dressed to to the hilt
at dinner tonight.
Your dress fit you
stunningly,
it left nothing to
my imagination.
It's the thought
of tasting you
that created such
an intense appetite with me,
not your pretty little toes
all painted pink
that makes me hungry.
And though I like your toes,
I thought you should know,
I love something pinker better.
It is the ultimate meal,
gives me
the sweetest-satisfaction.
You?
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