I constantly long for the texture of your touch. Your taste is just AMAZIN to be honest. I wish I could have you more than once a year. You're the only reason I love Christmas. In my family, we defy tradition and opt for the juicy Capon rather than ya bland, dry turkey. Our love just knows no bounds. It breaks the rules and defies society. I need you more than ever as I think about your glistening parsnips, wet from the amount of gravy oozing over them. Even the usually rejected brussel sprouts are a welcome delight as I take you all in. I often fantasise when ravenous about enjoying you. I lick my lips as I imagine it. I cave, and go for the quick fix of a naughty instant microwave roast, but instantly feel bad that I have been unfaithful. Please forgive me as they mean nothing and seldom make an appearance. I wait for you baby x
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