The hickory smoked bacon sizzled across her naked body,
grease slowly penetrating her pores.
Beating my eggs, I couldn’t help but think
“Will I always be yours?”

The hickory smoked bacon sizzled across her naked body,
grease slowly penetrating her pores.
Beating my eggs, I couldn’t help but think
“Will I always be yours?”

you are officially the creepiest poet ever