Nothing Say's Lovin' Like Something From The Oven by Ted Sheridan

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Nothing Say's Lovin' Like Something From The Oven

With her demure missionary positioned eyes of green
She elevated my blood pressure with desires obscene
Allowing my non manicured fingers to greatly explore
The treasures only a mistress possesses in her private boudoir
Exposing to me the vital signs of a moist and tasty muffin
She with her apron on and me with my taste buds functioning
I took a nimble of this delicate delight
And in that moment I became a connoisseur
Of what once had been a forbidden love ___

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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Sriharsh Sagi (12/9/2007 9:27:00 AM)
hii dats a very nice. poem.. da sex expresed in such nice words.. u cn read my rhapsody of sex.. a lil similar....