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My Guy

My guy's like that ripe cherry,    
you've saved after the cream    
That first mouthful of thick froth,      
between your cappuccinos steam      
The last drizzle of syrup left on your plate
Rescued by your tongue before its too late      
That sweet icing between an oreo cookie,    
you savour and lick so slowly    
He's that last sinful bite,      
a taste that just lingers,      
Sticky barbecue sauce,     
that you suck off your fingers.
Written by HoneyLove
Published | Edited 27th Aug 2020
Author's Note
After reading this I hope you're hungry. Lol
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