Oh lord!
I need me an ineffable sponge cake
So sweet and so moist
A tiny nibble to melt in your mouth
Like god's way of saying it's not so bad
Where chaos tasted disaster
and it was rich
rich like caramel eyes
Dew dropped honey tips
Your lavender soul's ambrosia glaze
Sweetness I shall dote on you
placing your cherry atop the moutain
In a quiet place
Where we would have no choice
but to surrender
I liked it...who doesn't like
I liked it...who doesn't like cake?
"Deepinyourdreams"
I Do Not . . .
think this poem is about cake. Hummmmm. Spice cake! ~Lady A~
Ah yeah...
You got me there Stella. :)