I lay here naked and forlorn on this plate Skinned and undressed i guess its too late I imagined a life when I saw the gleam in your eyes Alas too late I just realised it was my size But still my mind of scenarios dreamed My picture you took I lit up your life or so it seemed Yet now on this plate I lay all forlorn My dreams all shattered here i lay skinned my top shorn How could you do this to me I gave you my all From giddy heights how we all fall At least my end will be kind sliced up so fast by you Am I to be a casserole or a stew No lingering end just laid on a skewer to roast for you One last moment of pleasure for me to come To pass those sensuous lips enter your mouth your tum I hold no grudge wont rest on your hips or bum I thought we would share so many intimate moments together Even denied one last night of pleasure To fill my life with dreams to keep forever to treasure How in your life against everyone else will I measure In all stories it seems the condemned man a last hearty meal was fed But alas for me it seems instead A hearty meal for you I am being fed Enjoy smile
Lol! Great 2 see u in the new year and that quiet naughty streak is alive and well. And thanks for the picture of Tom, of course, my day is now complete!
Ah delicious Kathryn ... it's all part of the afterglow isn't it? I'm always starving after I've ... erm ... yes, carrot is good ... wholesome and nutritious ...
Tasty too . . . marinated in a squirt of olive oil, salt, pepper dill, roasted at 400 degrees for 15 minutes than stir-fried with chicken thigh pieces.
It happens to the best of us. This is a perfect analogy for how women first emasculate us then devour the best parts of us bite by bite for the rest of our lives, until finally they **** us out and render us unfit for anothers love.
Indeed GT, gotta admit an electric thrill holding that sharp knife in my hand and the victim, er, carrot, in the other. Carefully sliced half-inch thick orange 'coins'.
you make light katie, but out of the disgusting **** of what was left of who i used to be deposited in a anonymous hole, forgotten all about, coppercoil grew. he is growing stronger by the day, and soon he will have his revenge. the negligence and vitriol she used to break me down has become the poisoned fruit i know grow so readily. so inviting, they will come from around the world to me, take from my branches, and in the long dimming light of their life's twilight the women of the world will finally know the extents of my sorrow, though admittedly some much more than others.