YOU BRING ME SWEET TIMES

YOU BRING ME SWEET TIMES

Our love is like a bakery I remember from my youth,
It fills me to the brim, it caters to my sweet tooth.

With every kind of candy and delicacy divine,
Back when sweets were good for you and I had a slender waistline.

You bring me sweet times at the break of morn,
Cinnamon coffee, croissants in bed.

Kisses that waken my soul to the rapture,
Glorious pastries, my sweet daily bread.

You bring me sweet times when the clock strikes noon
And we meet over lunch in this rapturous room.

You feast on my body like a pirate of old,
Pillaging deep for treasures untold.

You curry my favor, you fill up my cup,
I drink of you freely, you are always enough.

You inhabit my soul like a sweet tooth divine,
A chocolate éclair or a cool French silk pie.

You bring me sweet times, like a crepe or a pancake,
Smothered in syrup, a delicious escape,

A crème filled doughnut, or one filled with jelly,
That wakes up the senses and fills up the belly.

You bring me sweet times at the close of the day,
When my body surrenders to your sexy ways,
And as the sun sets and evening draws nigh,
You bring me sweet times ‘neath the peppermint sky.

-BRUCE POTTS
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