I keep thinking about
yard work...
yard work...
but, then,
I keep thinking
about smearing whipped cream
all over you,
whether to
squizzle it from a can,
or finger-scoop it
about smearing whipped cream
all over you,
whether to
squizzle it from a can,
or finger-scoop it
from a tub
like surgery-sweet Crisco
like surgery-sweet Crisco
And then,
who is best
to go about
beginning to
take it off...
and how much time
we should anticipate
for this all to take
not to mention
how and where to begin?
how and where to begin?
or should we anticipate
at all?
why worry about what works best?
why worry about what works best?
or how or when
to finish the task...
maybe I'm overthinking this.
to finish the task...
maybe I'm overthinking this.
strawberries into that big squish
of whipped cream
squiggled and scooped
between your wonderfully
shy breasts and then
let you nibble them slowly
one by one, from my teasing fingers.
Or eat the strawberries
lined up between
your softly closed thighs
cover them deeper
and deeper with more
and more whip cream
and then just go at them
until they drip and drip
and I lick and nibble
that sweet sticky cream away.
finaly we'll share
the sweetest, stickiest kiss
ever experienced
grooming ourselves
like cats covered in cream
Let's mosey on from here...