La Visage de Femme

Cozy; the familiar taste on my tongue
As it swirls inside my mouth
I go for another turn.
The smell of coffee and that rich, thick, heavenly sensuousness,
Oh! Tiramisù will be the death of me.
I go licking it time and again
Taking every bit that might have been left
That mascarpone cheese,
I swear it must be a sin.
It blends with the best of cocoa and as that fluffy, delicious piece of treat, rest in me,
I think I might have… oh boy!
A deep breath of pleasure,
You know I like to relish my dessert
Yes, a bit too much.