Life Is A 5 Course Meal

Desire is just the cream topping life is a 5-course meal and I want my pudding. Baby, crackling heat is just the starter. And hopefully, we'll finish this meal together. And crack a few lobster claws and eats caviar then lie back on upholstered black, leather and follow these horizontal stars off the radar. Oh, forever, oh, I'm so hungry, I've-finished with my noodle Thai soup. Now I'm ready for something more gamely, with a good Bollinger red, then we'll regroup. And have our dessert, baby something hot and slightly sticky, that will suit me just fine. Something sweet on the brink of sexy, by candlelight that gravitates towards a weightless high on cloud nine. Lust is just the cream topping life is a 5-course meal and I want my pudding. Baby, crackling heat is just the starter. I want to 'sear the night away.' A medium-rare steak with a lick of French mustard and a condiment of dressings we leave-in disarray with a life of hunger deferred, deferred, deferred.