To My Tasty
2016-01-26
Your balmy fragrance is like the smell of a warm summer night.And I'm a trifle tipsy, murmur with delight.
In my eyes, the creases of your dress are striated, layered petals.
Cause I'd like to compare you to a blooming rose.
Beneath the attire lies your creamy nude, moist and smooth.
I kiss you gently as if you'd be melt in my mouth.
Oh, my tasty, I made you out of flour and cream and butter.
Yes, it's Just An Egg Tart!
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