Ménage à trois

Blackberries that darken the soul,
raspberry red of summertime dread.
My thoughts convulse when counting the pounds
your sweetness piles on to my backside mound.
But I live with the pain for the pleasure is sane
for nothing is plain with cream on the brain,
and there is no such thing as can’t
when I’m lounging with you in my comfy pants.

And when your pastry delight tickles my tongue,
home-made heaven renders me numb.
I will not regret, this is no sin;
I ate you whole and devoured your kin.

For cream-cake lover, Gillian Sze.