Love Letter From the Soul Xviii
T,
Whipped in with the passion fruit pavlova
your love dangles me, caresses me
so so delicately;
tongued, swirled, teased
then tasted
~ ~
oh so so heavenly
sent and enjoyed
on this
my very very special
Christmas Eve night
a dessert destined to destroy
then rebuild
deliciousness delivered
and devoured
in creases
where trust is created
in more than a meal
pursed lips press
under a star lit tree
dressed in little more than desire
me in a bow tie
you in your red best
burning down candles
with much more than fire
presents await
but your presence is all
covertly coveted
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