Glazed Peach Pie

Yesterday I caused some fright

In the bakery of sheer delight

I hardly slept at all that night

The pastry chef of that sweet place

Permitted me to dip my face

into a most sacred place

I toiled and tried with the tip of my tongue

to taste the sacred plum

that lay between the marzipan

like pillows from the promised land

When in feverish bold design

I entered deep there was a sign

I tasted first the cherry wine

As I stretched to reach the peach

something told me not to cease

My eyes were closed but still I gazed

On the peach pie I spread my glaze

Without permission I took a risk

Forgive me but it was like this

I held in my hand the piping bag

The decorating sack was full, no sag

As I came I squeezed it tight

The glaze from there did take flight

On your thighs the glaze did leak

Forgive me, my concentration was weak

Temptation is always there to tweak

To wear the baker's smock I must

though the bag may break with a strong thrust

I tried to wipe away the fact

but butter cream can act like that

and force it's way through a tight fist

Forgive me dear, it occurred like this

Your kindness sweet did not slap

You simply said it's better that

You use a pastry sack that will not leak

Of the glazed peach pie we did not speak