Indeed the finest pastry
Was right inside my hand
Amidst the fancy paper
Such delicacy to be had
But having would not do
For a luxury such as this
The magic of his texture
The alchemy of his kiss
His lips, most divine
Eyes into which I sank
The bounty of his beauty
A font from which I drank
Satisfied, over and over
In my eyes, lips, touch
Gentleness of his person
And I never felt so much
(2008)
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