My eyes behold a lovely sight

Before me the feast is spread

To tender, firm, and milky-white breasts

My anxious lips are led

 

Ruby-red and quivering

My tongue seeks your dessert

I fondle warm and tender buns

The frenzied juices squirt

 

Between your thighs, I realize

There’s pleasure to be found

I catch my breath, with beating chest

And go another round

 

The fragrance drives me crazy

As I suckle on your neck

The hunger builds inside me

I try to stay erect

 

Afterwards, we settle back

I know you’re no beginner

I thank you for inviting me

To your Thanksgiving dinner.

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