scorch

Roses are red
Really can’t cook
A quivering girl pile
Makes Rob want to look
--
Mouthwatering treats
Aromas, fragrant and rich
Heavenly moans
Bodies that twitch
--
Licking and kissing
Hips writhing, not still
Dinning together
‘Til each gets their fill
-
Better than any
Restaurant you’ll ever eat
Unfortunately, Rob
For you there’s no seat ![]()