She frequents tables, removes her top without question
Being grasped by man's hands, but never learns a lesson
A side dish at best, she never earns very much respect
She gives everything she has, until there is nothing left
Treated like an item, a possesion belonging to the masses
Tantalizing crowds, body moving slow just like molasses
Looking so sweet, but just imagine her natural taste
So good to lick, grown men never let her body go to waste
Revealing her contents to anyone looking for something extra
Heavinly divine being, like the fruit of the gods.....nectar
Upside down, topless, performing her natural patterns
Pouring out her heart and soul as if it actually truly matters
Watch her get in motion, juices slowly running down your face
dousing your every desire,as you require another taste
Started drooling, realizing that I must be her biggest fan
Only you Mrs. Buttersworth, make me feel like a lucky man

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