he fancied me
like a red plum
cream souffle
pouring hot milk
& vanilla into my yolk
he stirred me
rapidly on bowl
to sugary drumbeats,
i parted my lips into
a believer, sieving
edges until my skin
melted butter & salt
i rose
warm golden,
to soft peaks,
dusted icing ready
for the precipice,
soulful bite
but all I heard
were crickets
drowning the moon's song,
as his palette knife
climbed my neck
framed in velvet ribbon
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Inspired by William Carlos Williams work
and Get Listed - Of Catnips and moons
Picture credit: here
oo la now that is some sensual cooking...be sure not to get scorched in the process....smiles....in sugary drumbeats i parted my lips...i almost fainted...smiles.
ReplyDeleteSmiles back Brian ~
DeleteI think that made me hungry....now I want some decadent dessert shared with my sweetie
ReplyDeleteI love sharing some sweet desserts ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteWhat an intriguing piece. All of grapeling's words dissolve in the sugar of this plum pudding.
ReplyDeleteThey are Timo's word challenge, not M's though ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Deleteha, Kerry - Freudian slip?
DeleteYummy write, Heaven
nom nom nom
ReplyDeleteReally Dezzy, smiles ~
DeleteWow you can sure cook at your nook
ReplyDeleteIt's been some time so cooking was in my agenda ~ Thanks Pat ~
DeleteThings get hot and steamy in your kitchen. :0)
ReplyDeleteSometimes, smiles ~
DeleteDecadent and divine~ YOU are a poetic baker-I did not know this ;D
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
Thank you Ella ~
DeleteOMG! You sent me to the moon and back again, multiple times!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen ~
DeleteWow, Grace. I never thought red plums were exotic, but now I do.
ReplyDeleteK
They are delicious ~ Thanks Kay ~
DeleteI love how sexy and sensual mixes together with baking and just perfectly as well, absolutely incredible and sensational Heaven.
ReplyDeleteThanks Matthew ~
DeleteI admit I paused on the first stanza with a smile and riotous associations before happily plunging onward--but I wasn't prepared for the sexy surprises ahead. And even though the souffle wasn't quite ... it/she/he settles, always settles for the romance of the climb to the velvet ribbon. Sigh. I'm going to cook more so my fantasies can eat.
ReplyDeleteSmiling at your comments ~ Thanks Susan ~
DeleteI do like turning it up every so often ~ Thanks ~
ReplyDeleteSounds delicious and sexy!
ReplyDeleteyowza! though i worry a bit about her at the end :)
ReplyDeletewow! you certainly have a way of merging kitchen & bed.....
ReplyDeletealso, beautiful image!
This is so delicious I think I just gained some weight. Savory and sensual.
ReplyDeleteSounds deliriously delicious. k.
ReplyDeleteWowzer!, A gourmet passion play of risque souffle best served without delay & maybe some cabernet !!
ReplyDeleteNice image of souffle~ love the ending with crickets :)
ReplyDeleteLove the last stanza, and amazingly creative analogies
ReplyDeleteabsolutely delicious
ReplyDeleteGoodness culinary deduction...beautiful
ReplyDeleteGoodness culinary deduction...beautiful
ReplyDeleteWow. Now I'm hungry and "hungry!"
ReplyDeleteoh... oh oh oh..... I am now officially a food pervert. Do not eat the plum soufle if you come over to my house,,,, It's mine!
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