The sweet embrace of honey buns

I am but a mortal man, Unable to fathom the depths of a buns honey. Its glaze runs deep, Like oceans uncharted and unknown. But I long for its taste, To immerse myself in the mysteries of its sensual desire. To taste the sweet of its icing, To bask in the glow of its pure white glaze. For a bun is like that of a temple, A sacred and holy place. And to be welcomed into it, Is a gift I am eager to embrace. So I stand at the edge, And I take a deep breath. I close my eyes as I begin to chew, Into the depths of its sensual yet passionate taste, Where I am lost, But yet now found.