the delicious treat

without your golden foil

you could prance naked

through the romance

of my humble village

like a sugar plum fairy

in a shuffle called

ballet ardor



you could place

your curly intrigue

in the confines of my

lust filled dwellings



unwrapping the moments

like the unfolding petals

of your pleasure garden



but of course

even if you never unleash

the dainty charm of your flesh

in my embrace



your presence will always be

a delicacy in the cauldron

of my thoughts



and that is a pleasure

beyond temptation

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