It's Monday night and I'm in choir for 2.5 hours. It's the last place I want to be. I thought drinking 2 margaritas would dull the monotony. I was wrong. I decide to write erotic poetry inserting lines from the music when I'm inspired to do so. The following results...
In my swollen busom
grant me peace
Your hand gently cups my soft flesh
Thumbs circle my tight rosey buds
Kyrie e eleison
Your lips lightly brush the delicate mounds
I'm your ice cream cone
Can you taste my melting sweetness?
Grant me peace
A flick of your tongue and I errupt
A moan from deep within
Adoni-i-i-i!!!
Suckle me so tenderly,
So fiercely,
That I am lost at sea
As waves of pleasure batter my unsuspecting vestle.
In my swollen busom
grant me peace
Your hand gently cups my soft flesh
Thumbs circle my tight rosey buds
Kyrie e eleison
Your lips lightly brush the delicate mounds
I'm your ice cream cone
Can you taste my melting sweetness?
Grant me peace
A flick of your tongue and I errupt
A moan from deep within
Adoni-i-i-i!!!
Suckle me so tenderly,
So fiercely,
That I am lost at sea
As waves of pleasure batter my unsuspecting vestle.
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