the Please...

She winks from the kitchen, sauce on her chin,

singing “biggest balls” with a devilish grin.

One stealthy bite, one sway of the hip,

then gone in a flash—leaving fire on my lip.

Come back soon, my saucy, poetic queen.

I’ve got flowers, Wimpy-level devotion,

and a whole plate of extra cheese waiting. 😆💖 G

Confirmed. The hot is saucy.

She lifts her apron just a tad...to dab the sweet sauce from his lip... 

he's a poet, she's always known it
and now out loud she can sing... 

he is my darling and my onion ring lol xoxo 😆💖 G too 8))

Confirmed. Captain has the 8

" whoot "