oreo fantasy #69

sweet and delicate

a fruit 

which beckons 

to me

spurring pangs 

of want.

yet in my wildest 

moments

i dare not mention

the tasty temptations

that have become

a sultry staple

in my quest

for satisfaction.

black & white

rendezvous

as we twist and turn,

pulling sheets,

exploring

nooks and crannies

that burn 

with the intensity

borne from our greed.

though in honesty,

the cause is

extreme 

and 

simplistic.

a touch,

the mere scent

of  honey and vanilla

translates

to the most basic

urges

and the satiation 

factor

dims all logic.

lost in the swell

only to be

drowned

as a return 

to normalcy

is feeble.

placing a premium

on fine detail,

the odds are perfect

for a tantalizing

romp

through dark fantasies

while libidos

play catch and kiss

with 

cream drenched 

dreams of chocolate delight.

nectar infused wetness,

being suckled

from

 goddess bred thighs.

a black moon rises,

in the twilight of passion

and the vision 

is alive.

a work of art,

nay a masterpiece

set in eternity...

for nothing else 

could be as complete.