My most foolish fantasy
Is to eat come
On cream cheesecake

Maybe with sprinkled
Strawberry goo
And then the jism too

I had thought almost
To have one of my heroines
Eat some up like this

But that’s a disgusting fate
To serve up for them
Even though they’d be up

For it. As for me
I can see the dessert plate
Ringed round with neat strands

Of the stuff. Maybe a few
Neat globules on top
Of puffs of whipped cream.

And if I like it,
“Garcon!” I’ll exclaim, and then
Mouth him some crumbs

Onto his crown, an
Oral gratuity as it were,
Which also might result

In second helpings.
Somewhere, someone
Giggles, “Bon appetit!”

Oh, diner! Then you know
What a girl’s gotta eat.
Come share in my treat.