She is fudge
Longing for the prickly back growth
To hit the skin on both sides
Then sweat breaks out
Brazen fiction
The quads and the hips work crazy
Oil pump constant
She is fudge and I am in like...
A paranoid criminal trying to get it done
Before the authorities are alerted
Though I an aspiring sherpa
Slow pace running up the mountain
Goose bumps knitting threads over my spine
Feeling that pressure and the friction
The pleasure of that fudge