melimelissa
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Kiss, stroke, squiffle, squaffle,
We're so intimate,
You can't tell honey from the waffle
That we incubate,
Until the time arrives to pause,
And look around;
To see excited gentlemen,
Who'd really like to pound
Our sassy, sexy, saucy bodies,
If they stay depraved,
The strokes these folks
So want are jokes
That will not be engraved,
On all the passion that we fashion,
As each squaffle's squiffed,
As we fondle and you ponder
How bliss provokes each kiss.
Méli
