Desire For Honey Bun
Just the sight of you,
Out of the corner of my eye,
Makes my mouth unbelievably watery.
The way you look back at me,
as a gaze at you,
gives me unbelievable chills.
Chills that provide my imagination with all types of thrills.
Thrills Just awaiting me, awaiting the passionate love we share
With just that simple kiss, touch, and a smile
that once one takes that transpiring bite.
Under the dim light, I can see the faint outline of every curve,
That sweetly outlines your shape that continually keep my eyes in awe so that
I can’t draw my eyes from your Light brown complexion.
Then slowly you persuade me to help you,
Help you take off your sheer layering slowly and carefully.
As I assist in the games that, this beauty has possessed me to play,
I begin to become consumed with the most pleasant and mind easing scent,
The scent of sweet glaze and butter and light cinnamon that drives me wild,
However I regain control and realize the work at hand,
Finally once I have you naked and revealed to my eyes,
I begin to take you into my mouth and take in that wonderful,
Mind blowing sweetness that takes me under every single time
I get the opportunity to place you in my mouth.
And I will wait till next time, until I see you out the corner of my eye,
And invite me to come take all of you into my sense to enjoy that sweetness,
That you always have to offer me and that only you can provide
That I always desire to have.
Oh how I love my honey bun.
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