Robust and fortunate from head to toe…
You could tell she was comfortable in her own skin…
That’s what made her so unique within the many of her kind…
Rich in taste and flavor, increasing in texture on a daily basis…
Fashioned together like silky smooth truffles…
Curvaceous in all the right places…
Yeah she was a plus!!! Nothing more than a figurative number…
Another addition to my addiction….
She is wealthy…
Loving the life she lives, in all its glory…
While enduring the wrath of those who wear rose colored glasses….
Those seeking somewhere in between the size 0 through 9.
Laid she… The proud beauty in the double digits…
Confident in her womanly abilities
“Built tough” like a ford… “Heavy” like a Chevy…
I reflect on this woman… This full-bodied woman…
Blessed to be so wealthy by the creator…
To describer her further would only arouse the appetite of men…
And so I must…
My need to scrape her plate… Already in view….
Left a “brotha” to imagine…
What lies beneath that candy coated dress?
This woman had to be made of heavenly caramel delights.
Leaving my mouth watering,
Eyes peeking through whipped cream topped ambrosia.
Lost in toffee dipped, orgasmic confections…
I wanted to be engulfed by her decadents…
Taking her in, ever so gently…
Introducing her to my chocolate covered desires…
My mound of almond joy…
The kisses O’ plenty formed by my lips…
Being draped across her shoulder blades and down her back….
Me, the avid connoisseur, indulging in exploration.
Stroking her each and every curve…
Willing to please and tease in any location asked…
Revealing the ecstasy of my conversational heart…
Enjoying the panting fusion of us….
She was knowingly sweet….
I mean so sweet….
I wish I could put her on a stick and be thankful for the cavity!!!
Moreover, she was made wealthy...
Quenching my thirst for that wealthy kinda lovin and giving clarity…
You could tell she was comfortable in her own skin…
That’s what made her so unique within the many of her kind…
Rich in taste and flavor, increasing in texture on a daily basis…
Fashioned together like silky smooth truffles…
Curvaceous in all the right places…
Yeah she was a plus!!! Nothing more than a figurative number…
Another addition to my addiction….
She is wealthy…
Loving the life she lives, in all its glory…
While enduring the wrath of those who wear rose colored glasses….
Those seeking somewhere in between the size 0 through 9.
Laid she… The proud beauty in the double digits…
Confident in her womanly abilities
“Built tough” like a ford… “Heavy” like a Chevy…
I reflect on this woman… This full-bodied woman…
Blessed to be so wealthy by the creator…
To describer her further would only arouse the appetite of men…
And so I must…
My need to scrape her plate… Already in view….
Left a “brotha” to imagine…
What lies beneath that candy coated dress?
This woman had to be made of heavenly caramel delights.
Leaving my mouth watering,
Eyes peeking through whipped cream topped ambrosia.
Lost in toffee dipped, orgasmic confections…
I wanted to be engulfed by her decadents…
Taking her in, ever so gently…
Introducing her to my chocolate covered desires…
My mound of almond joy…
The kisses O’ plenty formed by my lips…
Being draped across her shoulder blades and down her back….
Me, the avid connoisseur, indulging in exploration.
Stroking her each and every curve…
Willing to please and tease in any location asked…
Revealing the ecstasy of my conversational heart…
Enjoying the panting fusion of us….
She was knowingly sweet….
I mean so sweet….
I wish I could put her on a stick and be thankful for the cavity!!!
Moreover, she was made wealthy...
Quenching my thirst for that wealthy kinda lovin and giving clarity…
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