Olivia Chevron

Dinner for One

Say the words,
and Ill sit on your face.
No frilly knickers,
no gauze, no lace.
And feel your tongue
on my pink petalled lips.
As you drink from me,
in gulps, in sips.
I am soft as a pillow,
you, hard as steel.
Forget about dinner,
for I am your meal!
Dessert is a cherry
taken from my breast.
Please, help yourself.
Please, be my guest.
 
Monday 29 January 2007

 

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