Here is my ode to toasty sandwiches ...
Oh lovely toasted confection,
how your melted cheesiness makes my knees tremble.
I quiver in ecstasy when your warm, flaky, vegetable, cheese,
and bread creation triumps over my fragile, but moaning mouth.
You give me oral ogasms everytime we meet,
a feat hard to achieve.
But however I try to stop it,
my tongue creates a mind of its own and begins raping the fragile crevices of your being.
For this, I apologize.
But can you blame me...?
Your delicious scent stirs something inside of me, I don't know what.
But I do know, when it happens, I have to have you.
Every piece of you.
Every bite of you.
Every morsel of you.
And when others try to get in on my scrumptuous sandwich,
I shall fend them off with pickles and various condiments,
for you are mine alone, dear delicacy.
Mine... alone....
Unknown "Ninja Protected!" Curious
- 16 years, 8 months, 23 days ago
