Dessert And Love Poem by jiks torres

Oh wide-mouth silver spoon of gladness
You are the faultless mixture
Of sugariness and a modest bite
Drawn from all your spice
A pack of bitter-sweet tender
In my mouth you brought delight
Pleasure of one happy hour
To savor in the taste of your potion
I love you merely simple, entirely luscious,
I breathe and sigh,
And delight in every bite,
Trying to zest each individual flavor,
Because I in no way will ever get enough.

Oh wide-mouth silver spoon of gladness
You are the faultless mixture
Nurtured from the earth,
Made of all things innate and chaste.
You indulge me but it's guiltless,
You are a satisfaction of my cravings.
It's an advantage I can't contain all of you,
For I would ingest every slice,
Each bit, every grain of every ingredient of what you are,
If nothing would be left,
Could I ever have enough?