The knife is cold and sharp
as I run it over you, up and down.
And it isn't long until you're naked,
smooth and damp beneath my fingers.
A little oil as I light the fire
and make it hot for you.

You're so delicious, filling
my mouth. A little salty,
the way I like it.
Only you can satisfy this hunger;
as I kiss, as I swallow.

I'll go to bed satisfied tonight
because of you.

Delicious, nutritious, potatoes.

FloraQuest 2011: If We Cantelope, Lettuce Marry!

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