I use dessert As a way to seduce Luscious creams Moist cake with an oozing fill A hard brûlée To bring you to your knees
Mild winter evening Front moving eastward nearing Green trees turn crystal
Innuendo an implication stolen glances accidental touch How the fire lights
Ode to the little piece of nut skin stuck in my teeth: Her eyes on me They twinkle A smile parts her lips Just for me I smile back Hear her laugh She hands me a toothpick And waves
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