Sometimes I get a little saucy.

I think about you sometimes,

about the way you look,

about the way you taste.

I dream of feeling you brush against my lips,

as they tingle with the heat you radiate.

I’ve loved you in all places,

in all shapes, in all sizes.

I yearn for you.

I yearn to feel you enter my mouth and excite my tatse buds.

I want to feel you in me,

to feel whole, with you.

I must have you once more.

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Dedicated to all the cheeseburgers waiting to be consumed by me. What did you think?

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I’d love to get some feedback on these kinds of posts, and whether I should even be writing them. I’d like some criticism too. Thanks. 😃