Crème De La Crème (Poem By Rachel)

Crème de la Crème Devonshire, double, heavy cream - My hair is wet, my eyelids closed, Covered, coated, spared, my nose. My lips are rich, my mouth white rose. My breasts are mountains, frosted tops Belly a valley of snowy drops. My hips are ski slopes, warm and slick Legs are creamy without a nick. Within this milky way of dreams, Crème pour le corps, sweetened cream; The center spawns a molten stream, Its rightful name is Crème de crème. Desirous of a spoon for some Stirred up and topped with purpled plum. © Rachel, Nov 2008