Summer Salad
(What, were you expecting a Playboy bunny sporting edible underwear?)
You will need:
I feel your lips ghost against the raspberry buds of my nipples and the sweet peach enticement of my own arousal is the scent that pulls me from the abyss of sleep.
The water runs in rivulets, dripping from my skin…
Sparkling in beads like Diamonds and Pearls…
And with the shampoo bottle as my mic,
I mimic the vocal stylings of Prince while I sing in the shower.
If I could, I would give you the world…
…But all I can do is just offer you my love.
(Um, if you don’t know the song… Look it up.)
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
I hope it’s a wet one. 😉
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