Like the skins of an onion,
You peel at my layers,
Hoping we two become one,
Please answer my prayers.
Laid bare so exposed to you,
All consuming ***** love,
You whisper what you want me to do,
Our parts together fit, like a glove.
Is this a dream, or are you really devouring me?,
Can i open my eyes to see,us sharing my cake?,
Like warm,wet honey, you are pouring me,
I reach that place and begin to shake.
This meal tastes so good to us,
We eat it , but we take our time,
Your custard filling makes me hiss,
Isn't our layercake so sublime?
(c) eileen mcgreevy 18/12/09
Dec 18, 2009
Dec 18, 2009 at 3:56 AM UTC
Like the skins of an onion,
You peel at my layers,
Hoping we two become one,
Please answer my prayers.
Laid bare so exposed to you,
All consuming ***** love,
You whisper what you want me to do,
Our parts together fit, like a glove.
Is this a dream, or are you really devouring me?,
Can i open my eyes to see,us sharing my cake?,
Like warm,wet honey, you are pouring me,
I reach that place and begin to shake.
This meal tastes so good to us,
We eat it , but we take our time,
Your custard filling makes me hiss,
Isn't our layercake so sublime?
(c) eileen mcgreevy 18/12/09
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