Spoon-like serenade
Of all the cutlery in the world
You, my Spoon, are meant for me!
Oh, all the joys that are unfurled
When I linger long with thee!
My pounding heart is full of fire,
My trembling hand does waver.
Dare I succumb to my desire
Your sheer delights to savour?
Your luscious curves entice my tongue,
With nectar from your cradle.
There is no laud I leave unsung,
My Spoon, my precious Ladle!
© Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2013
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