Wednesday, April 8, 2009

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.

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