Banana Cheesecake

Lick the frosting off my nose, let me tell you a story:

There's a magic in the baseball field,

where we tangle and dance,

where our curves yield,

underneath cloudy skied romance.

Your smile and my cheeky grin,

Blissfully warm and kind,

Like a soft slug of gin,

Or fresh mellon, wet to the rind;

each bite is sensual, fantastic,

like banana cheesecake we share in the fields.