Pie

In darkened room by light of moon
He sat with skin upon his knee.
Through his head there ran a tune
That pulled hard on this cobbler he.

Dreams of her, the long lost lady,
Of flesh, so soft, so warm and toasty.
Nights spent needing her soft pastry
In a dream that seemed so tasty.

Her eyes, her mouth, they pinged his heart
But deep, deep down she was such a tart.
Pulling on nips, sweet moisture on her digit tips
Sucking him in with sugar on his lips.

The crusty heart of this man she'd take
Filling him with thoughts of cream
Slathered thick, icing for his stake
Culmination and fulfillment of his dream.

For hours long his meat could bake
Dripping with juice, bathed in steam
But the lady had this piece of cake
And ate it with his dream.

Still he sees her in minds eye
Hot and wet and sweet and sticky
It belongs to him, this lady's pie.
But the bite is always tricky!