As I lay her with my legs spread,
like butter bleeding on stale bread.
The warm insides of my cantaloupe thighs
cry out in ecstasy as you eat my cherry pie.
Visions of cucumbers often enter my mind,
sometime hot dogs the plump when you cook them kind.
Whipped cream all covered with goo,
slurping green jello in the tub with you.
You are my world my little cupcake i want to lick your cream filling until you ache.
Your juicy avocado's so plump and so ripe,
Lets just do it in the kitchen tonight.
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