Oatmeal is actually a dope meal--
nothing quite matches
the throatfeel
of oats cut with
steel. I feel like squealing
when I see your face
in the way they're congealing.
Yes, I'm aroused, now, and this robe's revealing
Yes, I'm aroused, now, and this robe's revealing
the way that these hot
breakfast thoughts got me feeling
I need you baby,
right here in my bowl,
helpless, and under
my constant control.
We will be happy and safe in my room
with your face still intact on the tip of my spoon.
We will be happy and safe in my room
with your face still intact on the tip of my spoon.
Blowing on you with
my hot morning breath,
I feel like I've
gotten over your death.
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