I Want S'more (How could you say its a filthy sex poem?)
By Walter Burns
Chocolate, creamy as your thighs You promised sweet love tonight I can see it swell in your eyes Won’t you take another bite Marshmallows all ooey, gooey When you gaze with pure desire All I can say is “Damn! WOO WEE!” Roast me forever in your fire Graham cracker, sandwiches Like your legs around my back When you writhe from my pitches I can’t help but hear you smack The flames, you pleasurably stoke When they fade more fuel you’ll pour And even though I lay here broke Still I'll beg you give me S'more Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 01:40 PM PST 0 • 14
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"Chocolate, creamy as your thighs..."