A Duck For My Love
She lies breathless on the kitchen table,
as I prepare to perform my passion.
first, I marinated her breasts
in a fusion of lime juice and coconut oil,
then massage them gently with tamarind cream.
Her soft flesh felt like silly putty in my hands.
She was on heat in a minute or so.
One half hour works,
now she is stir up and moist
Her thighs were beautifully browned.
I varnished them with a feather dipped in honey.
I taste her,
She melts inside my mouth.
I dampened the flame.
The wine is on ice,
the table is spread.
I can’t wait for her to come!
Twas the first time
I’ve cooked for my love.
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