A gentle beauty of feminine grace
Cute smile resting on a pretty face
Tights stretched around shapely legs
Celebrating with cake a lady called Meg
Caressing and crushing patisserie
Sitting on cakes cushion with reverie
Melting hearts with cold ice cream topping
Facing the last cake visage creamy not stopping
Cake batter over hair sticky and satisfied
You stretch my pants with pictures you supplied
Maybe a witch have you cast a spell
I watch as underwear feels so tight rings my end bell