Klause

you'd aroused my Bavarian senses the burning pine incense the smell of raw lavender nectar I was taken by the blustery rush of floating pollen daintily i hummed while sheep skin and wool fabric hung preparing for the brisk days of winter I waited very long for your call why still making me blush how childishly shy I'd become in your presence the glasses of hot cidar rattled. beneath the cedar deck oh how I've missed your smile the twinkle in your eye the crinkle in your chin as you remembered the wooden train from the window and the schwarzwalder kirchtorte. filled with layers of cherry jam in the window at konditirie