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"Winner winner..."

 
    
We are not utterly of variant fleshes;    
yours though exudes spring morn    
sighing through your tender pores...    
I pore over you...    
     
Please,      
free me by your clemency    
Impurity bores barbed tusks in deep    
flaying all humanity    
 
And I would flay you baby...  
feel you in my teeth
   
     
Glass divorces us,  and yet    
even yet...    
have I to taste you    
     
Frigid were you, the hour last    
like winter;    
now you bask    
steaming under charms of heat    
you in your room    
and I      
lurking from a shabby kitchen seat    
     
Thighs bare, shapely    
olive      
tawny in the dusky    
musky    
autumn air    
     
Your hoard of summer sun    
runs - rich as chestnut    
     
You were a free-range one,      
mistress to none    
a thot who ought not disfavor      
some closet savorings...      
 
I somehow ungrip myself of guilt    
     
Your breast,      
a tanned span    
A lucious...    
sumptuous    
ornate fare    
     
I am dripping as you drip      
     
Bait me my pet    
for I am waiting    
and I am unsure    
that I can bear    
to tarry as while you cool    
Written by AtoMikbomb
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Author's Note
Yes, it's about chicken baking...😂
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