If there was a feedee in my bed,
she would sleep late and then be fed.
Freshly baked cookies and milk,
my hands touching her skin of silk.
Cream, butter, syrup,
after that a big fry-up.
Kiss, treat, kiss,
all for you, miss.
Sinful feasts would follow,
Amor shooting us with an arrow.
Finally her last bite,
after that my first...
between her legs.
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My second poem ever lol.
she would sleep late and then be fed.
Freshly baked cookies and milk,
my hands touching her skin of silk.
Cream, butter, syrup,
after that a big fry-up.
Kiss, treat, kiss,
all for you, miss.
Sinful feasts would follow,
Amor shooting us with an arrow.
Finally her last bite,
after that my first...
between her legs.
-
My second poem ever lol.
16 years
. she would cook us a fried breakfast of fries, sausages, hash browns, beans, fried bread, bacon, eggs and tomatos. id have a huge plate of that. womble downstairs and slob on the sofa snacking on looottttss of salty chips and biscity things til lunch, order 2 pizzas each for lunch. feed eachother huge amouts of icecream all afternoon. have me sexy fat girl cook me a biiiiiggg dinner like a chilli or something you can eat from a huge bowl, with lottss of nachos and cheese mmmmmm.... then eat chocolate cakes with cream and cheesecakes with cream alll night then go to bed and have lots of sex
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