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Chef On the Go

My women's a rump-roast Potatoes her thighs Ripe reddened carrots for thinly sliced eyes Onions for folly that lobes ring on high Radishes hatched up for lovers to eye Thin flowing gravy for sexual roll Brown oily colors as taken for soul Thoughts for a woman as something to know When crawling to get one as Chef on the go

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 3/26/2022 7:24:00 PM
Authentically brash! Love it!
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 3/26/2022 7:34:00 PM
I like how we treat each other as food. LOL Still it would be nice it the grocery store stocked it once in awhile...LOL Trevor
Date: 3/7/2021 7:36:00 PM
Interesting write...with comparisons. I'm not sure she'll like "potatoes for thighs," but for your sake, let's hope!
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 3/7/2021 10:01:00 PM
LOL. Yeah; I went with potatoes for thighs. I almost went in another direction like carrot legs but I liked how the hard hitting tator tot image of potatoes sounded. More brash. LOL I'll let you know how my sequel turns out - Children of the Corn...LOL Thanks L MILTON HANKINS. -Trevor

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