A little cream upon my thigh, oh my,
I see your eyes glide slowly on soft lace,
I love to see the smile upon your face,
Oh let me help you slide my skirt up high.
I hope you have a thing for apple pie,
Now take a seat my love I’ve set a place,
I’ve baked with love to give a warm embrace,
My secret wish is just to make you sigh.
My love, my pie will place you on your knees,
So sweet and moist I hope you love the crust,
Oh breathe in deep the smell is bound to tease,
It’s not too hot; to savour it’s a must.
I guarantee it is my aim to please,
The cherry on the top is always lust!