As a gift for Velvet Passion, he requested me to write a snow melter!
OOOOOO Baby, suck the mulled wine from my lips,
While your strong hands caress my breasts and give my nipples tweaks and flips.
OOOOOOO, your massive cornucopia is an erect delight,
It is strong and stout, a desire inspiring sight.
Let me spread cranberry sauce on your massive chest,
Licking it off is pleasure, I feel truly blessed.
Sharing a chocolate covered cherry, mouth to mouth, teeth and tongue battle for the prize,
The sticky treat dribbles onto my breasts, your greedy licks make me sigh.
As you spread chocolate pudding on my snowy mounds,
You immerse your face and begin to chow down.
I adore your boldness, you are never shy,
You always show that you crave me, making my desire soar and fly.
A little lower you have placed a mound of whipped cream,
Where the hidden nectar has begun to pool and is ready to stream.
OOOOOO you create ripples of orgasm, so devine,
You savor me like fine wine.
Now I am ready for your big candycane,
It glistens with suger, all ready for my lips to claim.
Ah Yes! The perfect ending to our holiday feast,
Now we will continue to dine until we are sated without cease.
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Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 25, 2007
I must say this poem is quite original. I have never heard the male member referred to in so many delicious and intriguing ways. My favorite line is "your massive cornucopia is an erect delight." That really takes the cake, as they say. Glad I found your work, which reminds me of my own food-based poems. But, this made me hungry for Christmas dinner and especially dessert...
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Love Tinka
Walt
now it's a candycane.....
You are much to desire SC..
Love ya!
Ron
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"