Warm as it awaits its holdings,
The sweetness of it all.
Of which the strawberries or cream,
Only off the lips of my love.
My body serves as a platter,
A platter in which to receive his love.
In forms of strawberries and cream,
The best of all forms-himself.
Spreaded evenly throughout the surface,
Eaten until my hearts content.
A rush of pure love and pleasure,
Gently we share feelings as actions.
More pleasurable and loving,
Loving and gentle to the greatest extent.
Strawberries and whipped cream-wow,
What a way to make and show love.
A new experience for a new love,
A night I will remember forever.
That’s exactly what he promised,
And in my memory it shall always be.
August 8, 1993