Cake

Close your eyes and
make a wish when you
blow my candles out.
Frosting is sweet. Warm
on your lips. A tasty treat
without a doubt.

There are no gifts to
take the place of a
sensual embrace.
Another year. Another
day. Wish for another
time and place.

Close your eyes and
feel the flames which
beg to take your breath.
Body. Mind. Soul. The
trinity of we… important
’till the death.

Presents fade and
parties end, but your
cake will always be.
The essence of your
candied silk and a
little taste of me.

Close your eyes and
make a wish when you
blow my candles out.
Every wish blown from
your lips… set to come
true without a doubt.

by Felicia Lujan
4.10.2015

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