She bent over exposing her love to my hungry eyes <br />The smell of county apples filled my nostrils void <br />And caressed my naked lips with bliss <br />As I buried my humble face in her 3.14 <br />I can now die a happy man <br />With a smile on my crusty face <br /> <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erotic-pie/
