Sex Call Cantaloupe Poem

The Juicy press is ringing.
My cantaloupe is waiting...
 He's hooked on the phone
 anticipating.
Sex call masturbating.
 I phone erotic tone I for eyes that sex call.
 He needs to pay me now.

The call comes through slice and whip cream
The phone doesn’t stop ringing.
Like that was bite of my neck dream
 I am getting more juicier.
He wants me the way I am raunchier.
He can’t wait to ripen her.
How his hands lead down her.
Hot warmth build around her
This is the ripe season.

 We don't have to explain
..My fruit went all over his groin.
 
Sex call Cantaloupe it's not a poll.
She's easy to wire her...
The cantaloupe laid out wet sexy desire.
 Caught in a web hot as hell.

Who would want forbidden fruit his lips will tell
. He wants to juice her dripping to seduce her.
The phone was ripe as can be.
The sex call came threesome deep in.
 He’s slicing the passion fruit. sin.
She says juice me with the smile.

 I don’t need distractions. I am the cantaloupe.

That partridge in a pear excuses. The wrong fruit pair.

 Passion Fruit. Like a stock Wolfie how he repaired.

The Swiss Alps deep throat down.
 I am juicing inside like French roux.
She climaxed.
 I am so aroused with tricks and stunts.

That website to make her nipples juicy and tingle.
The fruit how it pushed our lips like
 Christmas poinsettia.
Under the mistletoe, he met his Sweet Lorretta.
What a Rudolf red beat her clitoris so notorious.

 He was starting to be rambunxious
 She's the hot one slaved over the video camera.
 He watches.she jumps like a puppet.
She speaks her sex grammar
He's Kings speech sex cravat
Cantaloupe phone to preach.
She takes a bite pomegranate passionately.
So seductive and sometimes submissive.

He’s hard to the core so wickedly aggressive.
She dresses down with her ruby I phone apple.
All sins are forbidden drench your drink of Snapple.

 Called Fruit red district things get love restricted.
 She feels his ripple amazing love to be nipples
Everything we imagine in our minds to gain.
 Such a need again.
 Our passion fruit always remains…