Kneading the Need 2

Ebony honey alone in the kitchen
Begins to feel a familiar itchin'
No thought for a guy
To ease aching thigh
Only clothing she has on:
An itty bitty apron
No bra, no thong
Starts to roll the dough
Teasing nice and slow
Stroking and kneading
Imagining the poking
She'll be receiving.
Speaking of receiving
Adds a little water to
Her mound of baking flour
Making her flower leak
Knows her cake is close
To needing a pound
This time all ready already
Sucks on a strawberry
And squeezes a cherry
As Miracle Whip takes a
Trip from mouth to south
Where humble fruit
Glides over damp loom
As she assumes position
To take pseudo-piston
No zucchini, no cucumber,
No eggplant this time either
But being home alone
Don't mean she ain't got
Wood to make her moan
Because that rolling pin
Might leave her gaping
But it just slid right on in.
Second or two to adjust
And she begins to thrust
Riding and grinding
Bumping and humping
Giving herself a beating
'Til she's sweating an' swearing
Screaming and creaming
Cumming out her weave.
Ebony honey can't believe
The fuckin' she just recieved
Fixing bread for next week
Oops too weak to even speak.