SMACK * SMACK * SMACK
The spatula stings:
"Rubbermaid" burned
Into your sweet soft skin
SMACK * SMACK * SMACK
The spatula rings
Against the side
Of the cold mixing bowl
Sweet cream cheese frosting
Spread over you like a balm
Soothing yet intensifying
SMACK * SMACK * SMACK
My lips parched in anticipation
Licking my lips
My rough tongue scraping
Frosting off electrified skin
SMACK * SMACK * SMACK
Your lips, not so parched
Dripping sweetness all their own
Fingers thrusting in and out quickly
Delicious smacking sounds
But hungry for more.
SMACK * SMACK * SMACK
Our hips slapping together
As you are bent over the sink
And I am drilling into you
With every inch of desire
Caressing your ass cheeks
Smiling happily up at me
Inspiration hits
As I spy a spatula nearby....
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