Ted Sheridan - Erotic Pie

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

Ted Sheridan

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