Juicy

This poem was written  for my new 'Friend' Mr. Edwin Edward Cayce Ihlenfeld



Just about to take a break

been working real hard,

In the mood for a juicy steak


Juicy, juicy, juicy, and tenderized

(Kind of got me thinking about

ol' girls booty and nice, thick thighs)


Ok, wait back to my steak

Rub it down with some olive oil

season it up good, let it marinate


Cooked over an open flame

My taste buds will never be the same


I’m licking my lips

I just can’t wait

To get a taste

Of...

my big juicy steak


When I hear the sizzle

And searing begin

I know soon, my waiting will end


AND that it did,

That rib eye got maxed

Now imma take a nap!


*disclaimer*
This poem was written from a male perspective. I do not often think about big booty thick girls* I also can turn most anything sexual or erotic. I guess that is a "gift"? Lol I don't know. but its fun.



Mr. Edwin Edward Cayce Ihlenfeld I hope you get a nice juicy steak. :)