Not just any confectionary

by Mark, Hopewould   May 4, 2026


My love,
She is the sweetest
Like an éclair but with the "E" at the end
If she were a cake
She would clearly transcend
Far more expectations
Than any confectionary could meet
Creamy and delicate
And I love so much to eat
Tasting her with my lips
And with my tongue and my teeth
All the goodness, I'm licking inside
Kissing above and beneath
Pleasure through every moment
Contentment it does follow
My love, she is the sweetest
The only cake I need to swallow.

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