there is a man beneath my desk
between my legs
betwixt my flesh
i only tell you this because
it will shortly cum obvious anyhow
as i tilt my head back to give a yowl
there is a man beneath my desk
a good man,
he is good with his hands
and even better with his mouth
the first words he spoke
on the day that we met
‘it’s a pleasure to eat you’
yes.
i agree.
i have been well ate {ette}
©2015 Kat Crimson
2 replies to "Well Met"
Tasty
A fun — and sexy — poem!