Esra Sloblock - Mmm...3.142...

Oh, your golden flaky crust
Undresses as I touch your firmness.
Traces of you adorn my heaving chest.
What are you?
Sweet?
Savoury?
Not a pasty or a flan,
They pale into insignificance.
Compared to you there is no other.
Oh, you fragrant temptress,
Resistance is futile,
My hands, eager to feel your warmth
Draw you to my salivating pleasure buds.
Oh, you're inside me,
Spreading your juices
Over my writhing tongue.
Mmm.... Pie....

Esra Sloblock

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