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Gingerbread...

�.gingerbread

laced with a sweet, sticky
white glaze

her taste still fresh upon my lips
and on my mind.....anytime

desires

to have my hands knead you
to roll your dough in the
round....mmm

my rolling pin
pressing you paper thin
so slowly,
rhythmically,
so damned deliberately

so into you....

my mouth waters
watching the way
that dress envelopes
your every curve

rich, brown textures
white and embroidered
tracing a shape that only
God could have designed,
sent down from the heavens....

...wanderlust dreams of making you mine

perched upon those
long, high heels
shapely legs

derriere

full and round
a crystal hour glass
white sands
trickling down

�.she is the scent of a warm holiday

and by candlelight and warm wine,
Dylan whispers...

�lay lady lay
lay across my
big brass bed�

and visions of sugar plums
dance through my head
I hunger for you....

� � �...sweet, brown gingerbread.