Olivia Chevron
Dinner for One
Say the words,
and I’ll sit on your face.
No frilly knickers,
no gauze, no lace.
And feel your tongue
on my pink petalled lips.
As you drink from me,
in gulps, in sips.
I am soft as a pillow,
you, hard as steel.
Forget about dinner,
for I am your meal!
Dessert is a cherry
taken from my breast.
Please, help yourself.
Please, be my guest.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 30.01.2007.
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