"Passionate Mate’s"

I am willing to share this tail with you

Oh what a treat to be just me

This “willy” snack will be tonight

Food for pigs this sausage rare

A fitting end to him a sleep over there

An adult theme...to make my fans cringe

And I hope the gay boys out there

Will giggled in delight…Masseur

You so right a MAD poem this started out to be

But something snapped inside of me

I would love to do to this “donner “

Just imagine what you can do

With a knife and a flying willy…Ya

I want to lop it off whilst he's drunk asleep

Then “sauté” it with onions and sugar sweet

Chopping his willy with a knife

Will give me a different kinda thrill

If only I could nudge a smile out of you tonight

Even when I want to frown and spit fire

My bloody imagination took me on a different flight

Of fingers combining with tongue

Driving every ecstasy to its limit

Leaving no desire or passion undone

Ending only again to begin all over again

Love speaks it's own language

One that all living creatures could understand

It does not form from the mouth but from the heart!!

No longer I am asking permission

For loving me into submission

Passion mate's all knowing touch

And with each stroke again to thrust

Deep within our love does dwell

Beyond intimacy we cast our shells

No shame, no fear, no words, no sound

Beyond two hearts where love is found

Add some imagination and set your spirit free

I am sure it will catch fire sweetie

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