And there, like a masterpiece
a gliding, sinewy form
stretching out
to caress my arm
soft brush
light wind
oozing emotion
feeling undefined
I see you,
like the cream
of the inner eclair
oozing out on both sides
soft
creamy
a delicious cream
unidentified
unrefined

I lean in...
finally,
to take a bite

and

vanilla...


...I don't like vanilla...