🍰

poised with fascination,

biding time by numbering raindrops on windowpanes

hoping that the cloudburst subsides in parallel with your arrival 

harboured in a storefront, escorted by alluring lamp lit ambience

acquainted with your own elected decadency.

an ogle that never places requests, but is wreathed with wanting...

i'm the sponged tiers, absorbing the sweetness for your intake

you overindulge to offset the pre-existing ache settling in your gut

jonesing for the buttercream fix that spikes your circulation

disregarding the way such delicacy crumbles into napkins as you gnaw voraciously 

is it famish or a territorial avarice?

an ill fated imprudence dives head first into nausea pools

your hands transact fine china for a bracing of porcelain.