Milfay Poem by Kevin Patrick

Aromas cajoled with a sucrose frost
Hypnotize my nostrils with salivating gust
As I rush to entrapment of my hearts first love
Intertwined in the string that's my Pandora's Box

Unwrapping the knots as my inpatient tongue
Satiates my lips for that gifted baker's dozen
Salubrious excitement at the content within
The marvel of design for elegant that's Victorian

Behold to my sight such sumptuous substance
Decked in fine tigers frost glistening- but not melting
I gently extract and inspect her circumference body
To consume every layer for my mouths private study

First its whip cream- angelic coat and fine color
Then lustrous custard with more textured pallor
It proves that my taste buds mature when I'm older
For my preference is bitter and not vanilla that's sweeter

Then for the finale I sweep the bottom for the crust
A wafer thing extremity that furbishes my lust
Until it is the victory that I should taste the Icing
Alas my stomach bulges and all winning is pyrrhic

But at least I got my just desserts