Baby, if you can, put the food on a low lightDon't let it burn like my hunger for you
Skip the meal, as I crave dessert
Find a sweet opening for me to insert
Smooches taste better than salt and pepper
Pour love in a cup to measure
I know it's our candlelight dinner
It's just, you got that Mac-N-Cheese pussy
Sound of wetness, I dig in with my serving spoon
Spread your flesh to invite me to go harder
You such a pleaser, meat tenderizer
Bodies clash like pots and pans
Moans in the jingle of silverware
Bake a sweat, until orgasms are fried
The bed became one greasy plate
Filled your peaches up with cream
Each touch was like fresh vegetables to steam
Felt so good, your onion made me cry
This what happens, when you're in chef lingerie
© 2013, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
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