I'm Thinking Of Moving...

...to poetry. Here's a ditty I'm experimenting with.

I could so use a piece of nookie

To take the place of my milk and cookie

A gentle guide into my lair

And lay her down as she is bare

To gently lick about her nethers

As if they were a broken feather

As she succumbs into submission

I bring her forth to female fission

As she lay gasping for her breath

I think of myself as some Macbeth

As we pondered what had transpired

I did lay close and just admired

The wondrous beauty of her breasts

And so I drifted into peaceful rest

When I awoke I was amazed

And could not conceal that I was fazed

Before me lay a small round dough

That was in fact my oreo