Recently served to you,
a fine specimen of taste,
I was pristine in form.
As your slender fingers
reached out and grasped
my delicate pastry skin,
I felt a slow softening.
Your warmth pervaded me,
and bonds broke asunder,
while I melted in hand.

Rushed through tense air,
I was placed so softly
upon your amicable tongue.
You savored me with glee,
your eyes clasped shut,
as my life and texture
became equate with yours.
For a moment we achieved
a perfect balance.
I was flawless and fine
until I met your teeth.

02/20/2004

Author's Note: This poem can be taken several ways. It is not intended to be sexually suggestive. If you read it that way, however, it is not my poem but you who are explicit.:)

Posted on 02/20/2004
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