Butterfingers
I want to bathe my face
in the pool of your belly,
sweetened by the fragrance
of spice-dusted melt.
I wouldn't trade the sumo softness
for any six-pack show off.
My smile twinkles up
for your flavours -
seven kinds of tease and tender -
like butter
we lose cohesion in the heat.
in the pool of your belly,
sweetened by the fragrance
of spice-dusted melt.
I wouldn't trade the sumo softness
for any six-pack show off.
My smile twinkles up
for your flavours -
seven kinds of tease and tender -
like butter
we lose cohesion in the heat.
posted by burning moon at 1:43 PM
2 Comments:
Sumptious and delectable, a feast of yum and passion*smile*
thanks Chris :)
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