Seventh Heaven Poem by Mark Heathcote

Seventh Heaven



There are seven ways to devour a cake
the first let its delicious smell intoxicate you
the second is to let your eyes self-implode.
The third gaze in lustful desire,
the fourth to perspire-and-drool
the fifth has to be a fingertip lick
the sixth is a sin when you cut within
and the seventh is simply seventh heaven.

Thursday, June 16, 2016
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