Such a tastey treat you are.
So decadent, i froth at both my lips…
If i stretched out on a silver platter, would you lap up my icing?
I know for certain that if i had you arranged on a plate, i would indulge my sweet tooth.
I can picture you drizzled in chocolate sauce.
My questing tounge trail blazing across the bluntly defined slabs of granite muscle.
Bumping along the rippled planes of woven steel that laces your tummy.
Up your bulging pecs and
Don’t think i will be able to resist sinking my teeth into your dense muscle.
After that i think that i would lick up ur neck and suckle on your taffy earlobe.
You are such a treat.
So sweet and sugary.
But i know something sweeter…
A flesh lollipop of sorts…
And you just know that i’m hungry for the creamy filling….
So i slide off your lap,
Kneel in reverance between your quivering thighs and unwrap my meal.
You gasp and twitch as my knuckles brush against your swollen flesh and my mouth waters.
I slowly peel away the wrapping and you pop free,
Anxiously awaiting the slurping i am so hungry to bestow.
That first lick is the best.
Or perhaps the third.
Or maybe it is that each swipe of my tounge is sweeter and sweeter because i know what is begging to burst free.
What will ooze into my mouth, and drip down my throat and chin.
And i cannot wait to lick my fingers clean of your sweet, milky cream.
And that is truely the best dessert that you can offer me…