Thanksgiving: by Kenneth Starr
I saw you across a crowded room.
My gawd, you were so beautiful...
Among all the others that were there,
The lights seemed to shine down on you alone.
I knew then that I had to have you for my own.
Willingly, you came with me to my home.
From the car, I carried you through the door.
Looking at you, I admired your body,
your well shaped legs, and plump breasts.
Slowly I remove the wraps,
from around your body so tightly,
fitting you like a glove.
Exposing your tender white skin.
From your neck I remove your charms,
and carry you off in my arms,
To the warm water that awaits.
The water cascades down your neck,
flowing over your soft breasts then,
making your legs glisten with wetness.
Droplets of water cover your taut skin.
My hands rub your body, ummmm
running them through the beads of water.
Making them trickle down off your body.
I place my fingers inside you.
You are warm and moist, so ready.
I carry your still dripping body,
to a laying place, so that I can
put inside you what was well
prepared to enter you before
we even came through the door.
As soon as I lay you down
your legs spread open wide.
You are ready now and so am I.
I put a little in slowly at first,
getting a feel for how much you can take in.
I put in more, you take it willingly.
In anticipation, faster and faster
I put it in, pushing it in deeply
as far as I can, until I can't
get any more in, you are so tight..
I have you stuffed full...
With your legs wrapped tightly,
not wanting to release any of it...
I make you so hot for a very long time,
until your sweet juices escape from within.
Then I taste you, with my tongue at first,
your skin is so soft and tender.
I taste more of you with my mouth,
you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.
Your juices coating my mouth,
making me drool in anticipation
of eating you more, with every taste.
"Oh yes", I say to you,
"I realize, that I now must say Grace"
"Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen" |
