Erotic Pie Poem by 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
I was going to say 'pass the sauce', but there's enough here.... :) t x
With a smile on my crusty face this does not say a lot for the freshness of her pie Ted, enjoyed the read smiffy
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4/28/2024 7:40:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
...& don't spare the ice cream