25 May 2012

Plump, red and ripe,

You're really just my type,

So many forbidden uses,

Before I suck out all your juices,

I'll cover you in cream,

Like something from a dream,

My tongue will caress you,

And all your friends too,

Soft, sweet, little delight,

I can't wait to give you a bite,

Forgive my fruity joke,

I think I've got heatstroke...

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