Thanks for Dinner, You Were Delicious 2

THANKS FOR DINNER, YOU WERE DELICIOUS PART 2

She loves my work, I love it too. If you liked the first one, you’ll like this too.
You read the first one, you found it true, and so there was no need, to write a part two. On second thought, I thought it through; I wrote you this poem, this stories for you. If roses are red and violets are blue, we made meaning that night if stories were true. We touched, touched, kissed, and licked and…then we started locking lips and…that’s when it happened; a solar eclipse and…then our souls kissed then. We explored the definition of a soul’s bliss. But there is one thing that our souls missed and that’s the fresh citric smell of a Sunkist. We became love interests. Her body moved with perfunctory profoundness. And that’s the moment I knew, that what I thought I lost forever, I found it. A nurturing woman that’s never choosy, a woman that’s bossy but never bousy. From the back to the front, convincing beauty. From the front to the back imbued with booty.

But after I found her as you might guess: The lovemaking was so out of control, that after we were finished our bed was more drenched and greasier then the Foreman Grill. We listened to bossy. Diamonds on her neck; diamonds in my grill: that is when true love is real, when 808 drums inspire sexual thrills. The moment was surreal yet so real that we understood woman and man. She had an unconventional way of loving a man. I plugged into her like I plug in my fan. I touched her like Janet does herself with her hand. I treated her like she was a Dell computer. First, I caressed and rubbed on her hardware. Then I installed some, “How to treat your man”, software. And after that, She treated me like a fantasy grandeur. She tantalized and teased; I wanted more. Opportunity knocked; I opened the door. She had on Vintage Louis Vitton designer couture. We had vino, I fed her the finest cuisine in Venice. They way I hit it; she thought she was in the bed with Lennox. She immersed me in vanilla, she bathed in my chocolate, put a cherry on top, we made a hell of a profit.

It was a passionate creation of a sound story. If she was Guinevere then I am Shakespeare in Love. We washed each other and bathed in the tub. She had never seen a Shakespeare in thugs or exhibitionism efface in the mud. That evening we pursued our inspiration with impulsive energy; we didn’t make love, we made synergy. Put on a smooth mood record. After I dimmed the lights, the nervous mood left her. The room was in scented, we started, we stopped, we invented. We stopped, we started, we indented: a technique that essentially prevented, relationship problems that’s preventive. That ultimately led to a technology so uncanny that it made each other’s pre cum, an incentive. My body was strong, mean and manly-icious. Her body was long, lean and Bootylicious. It was grown and sexy, fresh, ambitious, so Thanks for Dinner, You Were Delicious.