Apple Pie

APPLE PIE

For years I've been eating
Your Apple pie.
Warm & moist.
It's Carmel slowly seeping
Through your lace boy shorts.

My senses are tingling,
Anticipating the pleasure
Of consuming you.

I can smell your sweet aroma.
I see it sitting there, calmly waiting
to be devoured.

I part your lips and take my first bite.
Your sweet Apple
Fills my mouth.
Some dribbles down my chin.

But don't worry, that too will be consumed.
I am hungry for your apple pie.

The more I eat,
The better it tastes.
Each gulp more satisfying than
The last.

I know I should quit and save
Some for someone else,
But I won't.

I will eat my fill until
I can't eat any longer.
And maybe just maybe
Then will I stop.

Your sugary sweet cum
Has coated my tongue
And I savor every last drop
On its way down.

I have stuffed my face.
Your pie is gone.
Empty, you have nothing else
For me to eat.
It is time for me to leave.

Your apple pie has been delicious.
And I thank you for allowing me to eat it.
Until next time my old friend.
Until next time....