Throw away the saucepans, frypans, forks and knives
Tonight Master Chef meets Desperate Housewives
The gas won't even get turned on nor an egg beat
But things will get steamy as he turns up the heat
Cameras are rolling and the chef's under the pump
Guess he'll be tender with that nice piece of rump
When he thinks it's hot enough he'll check her temperature
He will insert deep into her meat, his chefs thermometer
People will be surprised by how juicy he can make
That nice pink, tender and very succulent steak
She never wanted to come, but Master chef beckons
Soon as he is finished she'll be begging for seconds
Just watching this episode is really doing it for me
I really hope that I can Google this spectacular recipe
I'll ask my girlfriend over and hopefully she'll be pleased
I have a new recipe, not sure if it's Italian or Chinese
I look back at the TV seems she's not desperate any more
A bit of hot meat has fixed her up, well and truly for sure
Seems all her pudding needed was some steamimg hot sauce
Mixed everything together and then called it INTERCOURSE
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Author:
Poeta de Cabra (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2016 03:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Kicking up a storm in the kitchen
- Category: Erotic
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Comments2
Lol..nice write
Thanks Jeff, glad you enjoyed the read
Cleverly done. Reminds of something that happened on a kitchen counter long ago, but we won't go there.
Cheers, memories? I bet it was fun lol
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