Post by Ducky Momo on Nov 25, 2011 21:59:10 GMT -5
Why must you be so so very so delicious?
You sat their in your bowl tempting me with your tender aroma, showing me your supple nether regions. I ate you and ate you til I could eat no more, and then went in for another bite. But alas my bowl lays empty and cold, like my soul and I can enjoy your sweet nectar no more. But I still crave you my joy, and must I wait another year for your generous love in my tummy? Somehow waiting for that special day makes our brief embrace that much better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say. So I wonder... do I gallop on my steel steed to the market and buy your love again and again until the sight of you makes me sick and I caste you aside like a spent whore? Or do I wait for that special day where we meet like star-crossed loves in the night only to be separated again?
I guess for now those left over mashed potatoes will have to do...
...stupid not as good mashed potatoes.
You sat their in your bowl tempting me with your tender aroma, showing me your supple nether regions. I ate you and ate you til I could eat no more, and then went in for another bite. But alas my bowl lays empty and cold, like my soul and I can enjoy your sweet nectar no more. But I still crave you my joy, and must I wait another year for your generous love in my tummy? Somehow waiting for that special day makes our brief embrace that much better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say. So I wonder... do I gallop on my steel steed to the market and buy your love again and again until the sight of you makes me sick and I caste you aside like a spent whore? Or do I wait for that special day where we meet like star-crossed loves in the night only to be separated again?
I guess for now those left over mashed potatoes will have to do...
...stupid not as good mashed potatoes.
