O Chocolate Cake
by Abigail Wyatt
chocolate cake, sweet chocolate cake,
you stand alone. Make no mistake.
though battenburgs and tarts be baked
and offered up silver plates,
though coffee cream and cherries call
and donuts, buns and pastries all
and even cupcakes, dressed to kill,
and slices iced with cream that spills,
and strudels sticky with delight,
though all such fancies tempt my sight
yet still will I stay chaste and true
in loving, reverent awe of you.
O chocolate cake, o chocolate cake,
Ill not be swayed for your sweet
nor will I yield when I am pressed
to carrot cake, the acid test;
instead, Ill blush and turn away
No, not for me, Ill coyly say.
All blandishments I will resist:
the butter cream, the candy kiss,
the lemon zest, the marzipan,
Ill give them up I know I
Of flapjacks Ill be dispossessed,
of marble cake and all the rest;
no rich Dundee or Chelsea bun,
no rock cake or sweet Sally Lunn.
Meringues are sweet, but not for me:
to you I swear fidelity.
O Chocolate cake, o chocolate cake,
my heart beholds and palpitates;
my appetites you cannot slake.
I tremble and I quake.
And, though I yearn for your dark bliss
theres anguish and despair in this:
desire yawns like a black abyss:
I hesitate; I ache.
While devil kisses stain my lips,
and my quick tongue with pleasure drips
your ecstasy all else outstrips
but lingers on my thighs and hips