Anton's Love

Anton had a craving that he had to satisfy
He was in the market for the object of his eye
In a crowd he saw his love, but sadly not alone
He knew that he must make this beauty all his very own

So quickly he moved closer and gave a little pinch
There was no resistance as he felt each subtle inch
Over skin as soft as silk he let his fingers roam
Then finally the time had come to take this beauty home

Not a word was spoken as they drove back to his place
Anton’s lust was obvious from the look upon his face
He gently picked his lovely up and quickly went inside
Anticipation filled him as he spread his conquest wide

How moist and juicy this one is, were thoughts within his head
He licked his lips, as he laid his love, so gently on the bed
Anton was quite eager and his blood began to boil
Then he produced a bottle of some sweetly smelling oil

He poured the oil over his love as his heart then madly raced
The juices flowed as Anton took his first delicious taste
Every time he did this it gave him so much pleasure
Soft and sweet, each taste filled him with joy that knew no measure

When Anton finished eating then his dearest love was gone
So was the little lettuce bed that it had laid upon
Nothing else would satisfy, not carrot or potato
Anton’s greatest love was for a salad with tomato