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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
Published 5th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Yes, it's about chicken baking...😂
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5th Oct 2018 1:16am
This sums up how I feel about Thanksgiving. Unique write, savory, wets the mouth.
- Void
- Void
5th Oct 2018 2:49am
Thanks Void dude!
Me too, it truly is my favorite holiday. The weather, the sentiment...and a dead bird carcass.
I'm with you ;)
Me too, it truly is my favorite holiday. The weather, the sentiment...and a dead bird carcass.
I'm with you ;)
5th Oct 2018 3:51pm
This is poetically scrumptious, love how your mind cooks up such wonderful dishes.
Take a bow.
Take a bow.
6th Oct 2018 00:13am
5th Oct 2018 5:49pm
Holy shit, this is the best overkill of borderline food erotica in the best way possible. I love it and i'm going home to have chicken tonight now.
"Glass divorces us" , "And I would flay you baby... feel you in my teeth", "Frigid were you, the hour last like winter; now you bask "...too good. your talents bring these dead birds back to life, oh great poultry necromancer you. lol.. keep'em coming.
"Glass divorces us" , "And I would flay you baby... feel you in my teeth", "Frigid were you, the hour last like winter; now you bask "...too good. your talents bring these dead birds back to life, oh great poultry necromancer you. lol.. keep'em coming.
5th Oct 2018 9:10pm
26th Dec 2018 11:58am
i am in deep delight over all the things in here. you can bake me anytime.
