Let me be your pig in a fishnet blanket
feed my stomach whole with sausage and cream
but lets not expect anything shaved
we don't need my hoohoo looking like a pigs foot
looking all scared to be seen
- I prefer the wild forest more to bury my nose in
Let's get back to our little game
I'll be your pig and eat you like your domino's
be the pizza of my life & give me your spicy meatballs
you know you enjoy our game
just your little piggy and you
- use like you would a warm apple pie
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2022 03:41
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Comments3
Oh lol, fun write Katie.
as much as I appreciate your poetic talent
a part of me turns up for the witty pictures you uncover..
and as 'a devout foody'
your theme today was up my street
as it so often ease, dear Poet
thank you! for adding so much spicy, flavour
to our humble MPS
I got the picture from a friend on a different site lol
I'm sorry I missed this one,but sure am glad to see it now Katie. Now this is inspiring,lmao😂🍷🍷🌹🕊
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