She bent over exposing her love to my hungry eyes
The smell of county apples filled my nostrils void
And caressed my naked lips with bliss
As I buried my humble face in her 3.14
I can now die a happy man
With a smile on my crusty face
2007 © T Sheridan
I was going to say 'pass the sauce', but there's enough here.... :) t x
With a smile on my crusty face this does not say a lot for the freshness of her pie Ted, enjoyed the read smiffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...& don't spare the ice cream