By M chick PG-13
A 2-D Poem
She's me everything, me lover, me friend, me sweet delicious fantasy all wraped up in a buttery sensation.
Butter-Scottch always picks me spirits up when the world shoves and pushes down upon me.
Their is no greater love then having me mouth pleasured, then tickled pink with glee. Having her dancing
all the way down from with in, no one else but her understands this sad zombie man.
When ever in a funk, or in a doubt I reach for that lil angel to enjoy, doesn't matter if she's in ice cream,
candy, frappichino. I'll have her anyway.
Greatest love this will ever come close to, Butter-Scottch is 1# in this book. Zombie flicks 2#, hanging with
Noodles #2-#3, jaming beats free style with RUss 3#-4#.
The only thing I never get is a lot or a bit respect from Mudsy, why he does this I'll never get.
But he doesn't make this guy sad for long, while Butter-Scottch an I hang.
She comes every where, In bed watching the tele, Playing Video Games, Online Chats, Zombie Maythem
Marathons. Etc.
And sometimes we even go star gazing, as long as I have her near no one can take this happiness away.
End 3-30-06 7:30 pm