“You’re a nut,” she said to me.
I replied, “I bet you are just sweet ecstasy.”
She had a clear almost translucent look, her taste was that of a lush fresh fruit. As she spread out, I felt a slight tender quiver – I knew then I had to deliver.
I felt pasty, but I needed to be smooth like butter. I could tell she knew I had laid with another.
She then whispered slowly without disgrace, “Fold me over or eat me open face.”
I smiled as we laid on a bed of white, trying to fulfill the hunger of night.
Now smashed together in pure delight – You can open up and take a bite!
It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time!