I look at you with lust – so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience ******.  I know I am unwise.

Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.  
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slinking slowly to my hips.  

It breaks my heart to leave you lying there …
Yes – how much is that chocolate éclair?  

Author - Yvonne M Fee