a Little Romantic Raunchiness

        Here's a little something special from me to you. I like to call it "a Little Romantic Raunchiness". I hope you like it. I bet you didn't think
I had it in me.

from the one and only,
Alvin

As I step on the scene,
I find a beautiful feminine creature.
With the presence of a goddess, princes, or queen,
You know what I mean.
She has all the right features.
The flesh of her body's structure is as thick as the
trees and underbrush of the forest.
She's more than a solo act.
She's the whole damn chorus.
The feel of her body against mine brings me to a state of true elation.
I can tell that she's an angel through her spiritual manifestation.
As I her demon approach to abuse her as I may,
in a painful disguised and mixed with pleasure kind of way
I take hold of her breast
and smash her against the wall
As I prepare to tear down her vaginal walls
with my crane and wrecking ball.
I begin to probe deep into the tunnels
like I am looking for lost treasure.
I've been exploring the tunnels for a while now.
Will I stop?  no never.
However, I feel that it's time for me to have a little more fun,
so I take out my wiener and stick it between her buns.
She's my goddess.
she knows how I like it;
She knows how I want it.
She knows that I don't mind getting a little ketchup or chili on it.
She's screams partially out of bliss
and partially out of fear
as her head bangs off the wall,
and my head bangs off her rear.
She comes.
I come,
and we delight in each others deluscious lush;
She trembles and squirms at each one of my kisses and my smooth and gentle touch.
She tells me that I have earned brownie points,
but I tell her that I don't want brownies;
I want cookies.
As a matter of fact,
I want warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Yeah that's the favorite.
Yeah that's the flavor that will hook me.
Before she went to bake the cookies,
she said she was going to smoke a cigarette,
but an idea popped into my head that we hadn't engaged in yet.
I told her to open her mouth,
so I could stick something in it.
She knew what I was saying
and knew it wouldn't take but a matter of minutes.
I'm not too sure what was going through her head,
but she explained that we could eat the cookies after she baked them,
and once we were on our way to bed.
I agreed that we could eat the cookies in bed,
but for now, I wanted my member to engage with her head.
As a joke, I stated one of my greatest lines of all time.
Why let that cancer stick mess your head up
when you can put my stick in your mouth and mess up your head and mines?