Apple Pie
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:49 pm
revision
While Adam sleeps in dreams of apple pie, she rolls
pastry for a tempting treat, baking golden brown
in tropical heat. With time to bathe, unzips her skirt
and spies her lover dozing summer schemes.
An axe lies lazy by his knee, a glass
of cider by the apple tree, and bees
are humming hexagon themes. With prey
to please, she wears his cotton shirt, descends
the stair and loosens three buttons. A snake
uncoils, all sleek and smooth, an hour to tease. She runs
her hand across his shedding skin, unravels cares
with lips and liquid sighs, to gift an eternity
of sin in taste of apple pie.
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0riginal
Whilst Adam sleeps in dreams of apple pie, she rolls
a pastry for a tempting treat, baking a golden brown
in tropical heat. With time to bathe, unzips her skirt
and spies her lover dozing summer schemes.
An axe is lying lazy by his knee, a glass
of cider by the apple tree, and bees
are humming hexagon hive themes. With prey
to please, she wears his cotton shirt, descends
the stair and loosens three buttons. A snake
uncoils, all sleek and smooth, an hour to tease. She runs
her hand across his shedding skin, unravels cares
with lips and liquid sighes, to gift all sin in taste of apple pie.
While Adam sleeps in dreams of apple pie, she rolls
pastry for a tempting treat, baking golden brown
in tropical heat. With time to bathe, unzips her skirt
and spies her lover dozing summer schemes.
An axe lies lazy by his knee, a glass
of cider by the apple tree, and bees
are humming hexagon themes. With prey
to please, she wears his cotton shirt, descends
the stair and loosens three buttons. A snake
uncoils, all sleek and smooth, an hour to tease. She runs
her hand across his shedding skin, unravels cares
with lips and liquid sighs, to gift an eternity
of sin in taste of apple pie.
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0riginal
Whilst Adam sleeps in dreams of apple pie, she rolls
a pastry for a tempting treat, baking a golden brown
in tropical heat. With time to bathe, unzips her skirt
and spies her lover dozing summer schemes.
An axe is lying lazy by his knee, a glass
of cider by the apple tree, and bees
are humming hexagon hive themes. With prey
to please, she wears his cotton shirt, descends
the stair and loosens three buttons. A snake
uncoils, all sleek and smooth, an hour to tease. She runs
her hand across his shedding skin, unravels cares
with lips and liquid sighes, to gift all sin in taste of apple pie.