Pucker up, butter cup
the creamy center is the treasure
of the sweetooth lover extraordinare.
Almost there, just go easy
for she’s heaven to eat, slow like honey
and it clings to your lips thick like chocolate
warm and rich, take that first lick and savor the flavor
as it melts in your mouth, warm down south so move quickly
or the good stuff is gone, fine as wine aged at precise time
sip of lust, it has ripple effects when just right
see the light filling inside, claim your prize; you’re there.

01/03/2004

Author's Note: oh yes, the first dirtygurl of 2004.

Posted on 01/04/2004
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