I want to make love to a chicken?
She must be tender in young?
I would like her with big legs in breasts
I would like her to come out the water plucked in wet?
I would like for her to have a deep color of brown?
In when I bite into her lovely breast, she doesn't make a sound
I would like her legs to be nice in fat?
When I ad my hot sauce mixture they know how to react?
Its okay if I get a crispy wing every now in again?
That lets me know I am getting close to the end
She loves when I put her breast in that brown sauce?
She calls this combination?...Who's the boss!
Some times I ad a side piece, that's a little of that white thigh meat?
Most times I want to eat her out the box?
It could be midnight till 6'oclock?
When ever I want to make love to my chicken?
All I ask is you are #..Finger licking good ..girl
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2017 11:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a mans obsession with fried chicken
- Category: Unclassified
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