It was impossible
Not to admire the view
Spread before him
She was on the couch
With cream layered on her breasts
He couldn't recollect what was the occasion
He stood gaping
By the door
Trying to sink
The vision before him
Happy birthday my love, she said
I know you have forgotten
He smiled
Realising
Wouldn't you like to cut the cake
With all the meticulous efforts
I have made
To celebrate your 40th, she teased
She was a sight to behold
She was in her birthday suit
To celebrate his
The cherries perched precariously on her nipples
He stood rooted
Mesmerised
She paraded towards him
Her creamy breasts oscillating
She took his hands
And placed it on her curvy waist
Blow away the candles, my love
Else I will blow you out
If I run out of my patience, she threatened
He complied
By plucking the cherries first
And sliced the supple treat
With his tongue.
©LR
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