Crème De La Crème (Poem By Rachel) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Crème de la Crème

Devonshire, double, heavy cream -
My hair is wet, my eyelids closed,
Covered, coated, spared, my nose.
My lips are rich, my mouth white rose.
My breasts are mountains, frosted tops
Belly a valley of snowy drops.
My hips are ski slopes, warm and slick
Legs are creamy without a nick.
Within this milky way of dreams,
Crème pour le corps, sweetened cream;
The center spawns a molten stream,
Its rightful name is Crème de crème.
Desirous of a spoon for some
Stirred up and topped with purpled plum.


© Rachel, Nov 2008