2020-05-22 22:53:31 UTC
NYC has the best in the world,
those doughy wheels with holes.
Walking past steamed windows,
they lay out much like
Amsterdam ladies of the night,
beckoning you within.
And within I go.
I glide past the Cinnamon Raisin,
hardly look at the whole wheat,
thumbs down to the Everything.
Right to the Plain, I focus.
A smooth, naked, wonder.
Yep, Plain, ah, but plain it isn't.
Perfect plump and tender flesh
surrounds the perfect hole.
A light heat to tan the surface,
butter, dripping down the edge,
I bite into the sublime.
Licking yellowed wet off my fingers,
I can't wait til my date in the morning.
Hoping she's fresh.