Like the skins of an onion,
You peel at my layers,
Hoping we two become one,
Please answer my prayers.


Laid bare so exposed to you,
All consuming ***** love,
You whisper what you want me to do,
Our parts together fit, like a glove.


Is this a dream, or are you really devouring me?,
Can i open my eyes to see,us sharing my cake?,
Like warm,wet honey, you are pouring me,
I reach that place and begin to shake.


This meal tastes so good to us,
We eat it , but we take our time,
Your custard filling makes me hiss,
Isn't our layercake so sublime?


(c) eileen mcgreevy 18/12/09