return of the pieman

simple simon

once told me,

in a dream,

the easiest way

to eat a pie

is to dive in

with no remorse 

or forethought.

i shook my head in dismay

as i wondered,

aloud,

how could it be done

properly

if approached that way?

but simple boy that he was,

i kicked him out of my memories

and set adrift

on blissful rumination

of how to jar

a sensual sensation

from the center 

of your soul.

so i turned you over gently

and spread heaven's gates.

you moaned and stirred

then bent your knees~

i fancied it absurd

that you may be awake

and she wanted the same.

personality number two

looked back at me

with lips

glazed in sweetness.

a pie so undeniably 

delicious 

and drenched 

in creamy goodness...

her mantra of  the moment

pulled my taste buds

into the softness

with muffled delight.

you squirmed and sighed

as sounds of simple simon

echoed and cried

and i realized

i had done his bidding.

face first 

with none other than your climax

driving my urge,

i devoured the sticky strudel.

your back arched

as mountains

shook like jelly.

down,down,down

came more filling

while thighs

embraced me 

with warm greetings.

i tasted the wares

and you were aware

of the warm frosting

beneath my nose. 

the only thing necessary

from one so fair.