Satisfy Me
Every part of me wants you,
My head so aches its been so long since I had some,
I am contemplating every delicious morsel of you,
Your lips are broccoli,
Your breasts are olives,
Your thighs, hot sticky sauce over white rice,
Your arse, delectable beef,
There you lay, right across my living room table,
Waiting for me,
I’ll wash you down like a crisp fine wine on a hot summer’s day,
Nothing left of you when I’m through.
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