Now a Word from The American Pie Council
Fall into lustful hands steaming round of hot circular crust. Flaky fragrant autumn pastry of cinnamic scents permeate the senses. Butter melting pleas and throaty begging of spiral shaped pies and powerful sugars thumping along the pulse of moistness. Imagine lips parted and eager. Tasting sweet and tart rich scent memories of another piece.
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Laurie_B
I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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