So here I sit on Friday morn
Dreaming of fresh bread -
My version of porn
Going through paces in my head
From sponge to final rise
Pillows on a bed
Fragrant and brown feast for the eyes
Dripping with butter
As sun breaks the skies
The mere thought sends heart aflutter
Freshly baked bread
Reduces me sputter
~ Ellen Apple 05/29/2015
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