Of course I

Have rosewater pissing

Through my teeth

I wrote the book on

Loving without netting

Anchored to the

Wet linoleum floor.

Now a sea breeze

Lilts across the chocolate

Ganache you made

Three times because of

Great British Bake Off

And I've got Paul Hollywood

Eyes affixed to the

Plunge of your thighs

And how satisfactory

It would be to untangle

That ripe decadence.

jcb