Just Desserts
The chocolate frosting was whipped for the cake
But it flicked on your neck by a simple mistake
Don’t move my love I’ll clean you up
With lips and tongue I’ll gently suck.
Mmmm, that’s good, lets have some more
There are other body parts we can explore
Remove your apron and what’s underneath
Cover up the box, so Betty Crocker can’t peek.
With spatula I’ll cover your passion
Chocolate cupcakes are all the fashion
On the kitchen table I’ll have my dessert
Careful dear, you’re ripping my shirt.
The company came later that night
And looked surprised to see the sight
Of a naked cake with no frosting there
Yet the hint of chocolate smell in the air.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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