Passion in the Patisserie

In a room full of temptations, I am drawn to you.

Maddening glimpses across a crowded room,

I crane my neck, stand on tippy-toes,

For just a peek.

Devour you with my eyes,

The waiting such sweet torture -

I am powerless in your presence.

Distracted, driven wild with desire!

I crave you, no, NEED you,

like sunshine in the depths of winter,

or iced tea on an August afternoon,

so cold that water beads outside the glass.

I drink you in, the way you look,

delectable, delicious you.

Too many people between us,

If I want you, surely they must too.

Jealousy makes me blind to etiquette,

impatiently pushing through the throngs,

oblivious to their disapproving tuts.

My eyes set on the prize,

I’ll make you mine!

My heart quickens in anticipation.

So close now, I can almost taste you,

your gooey, sensual sweetness.

I am lost in your depravity,

held hostage by your charms.

I abandon reason entirely,

Moaning softly as you slide between my lips.

Oh, how you fill me completely!

Perhaps I shall regret this later,

But for now, let me close my eyes

And make this moment last.

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