rippled by indecision
the delicate wedding cake
frosting crinkled on her
puzzling brow,
hands thin and alabaster, her long
sugary fingers invade the
dark shiny smoothness
first pinching then stroking
holding it up to drink the
shadow with her radiant cheek
she feels the heat and
rubs her straight, thin nose
against the absolute
firmness of it,
and unabashedly, after
her caresses tenderly
lays it slowly
down.
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