Self-explanatory.


Vanillaelle

What sweet relief draws near my lips!
Surely, this is a thing divine
Paradise at my fingertips

From spoon to mouth in luscious sips
so creamy-soft and cool and fine
What sweet relief draws near my lips!

The bowl my trembling hand now grips
Guarding this treasure. It's all mine,
Paradise at my fingertips

So soft, like clouds and pudgy hips!
I'm happy as a drunk with wine
What sweet relief draws near my lips!

High rolling hills with creamy dips
A landscape which with whiteness shines
Paradise at my fingertips

Now spoon from weary fingers slips
Face shoved to bowl in one neat line;
What sweet relief draws near my lips!
Paradise at my fingertips



Poetry by WildGoose
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Written on 2008-05-22 at 04:35

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Nick Matherne
This is wonderful
few better subjects are out there
2008-05-22