Baker

Darling Bobby
How are you tonight?
Are you calm as heart of mine?
You wont move, so am I
I love you, darling, tonight

Today is baking
Your lovable day of them all, your quick-witted mind,
color almond of apron
and soul, so sparkling and lost

Where is your mind?
Your mind is all over the place, so and mine
You are highly sensitive, when things do not work out as you planned
But, know from me, you nice keep going, do not gutted yourself

Keep spreading this icing, you may add some flavors
You surely get my temperature rise

These cakes are goody, soaking with blood and sweat,
like my man
(Who put an effort to baking)
A bit full of himself, but still so wise

His soft palms is caress my skin
Exploring my spots, it felt like heaven within
The scent and rings strewn across the room
You are a Baker and I am a Poet

Our ways have collided and paired us in lovely Seoul.


/Ronnie Strizhak/


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