Laying on the bed with your legs spread.
I want to eat you, just like bread.
Like a steak so rare, right off the grill,
Oh what a culinary thrill.
I want to dine, and dig right in,
Can't be a glutton, thats a sin.
But I'll eat my fill, you can be sure,
For as long as I feel the lure.
So let me get started, I just can't lag,
I won't even need a doggie bag.
Don Juan Tenorio
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