She's So Finger Lick'n Poem by John KENT

She lay naked on her back with her thighs spread open wide

and it was then that I began to slide my fingers deep inside,

the wetness that I felt as my fingers slipped right in

were a prelude to the juices that would soon flow from within.

My hand caressed her naked flesh, her skin so soft and cool

and the thought I'd soon be eating her almost made me drool,

but in my haste to taste her I became a little rougher

and with much anticipation I then began to stuff her.

I rammed my fingers all the way inside her gaping slit

I crammed them in, I pushed and shoved, every little bit,

then when she could take no more, I grabbed my massive rod

and pushed the tip inside her slit and then began to prod.

At first I felt resistance as I tried to ram it in

but yielding flesh gave way to force and finally it popped in,

impaled upon my rod of steel, she looked so finger-lick'n

- but that's to be expected when you barbeque a chicken!




7/8/2007 ©