Imagine Black forest cake
hairy, many bushes, trees bake
treasure Island not fake
Raisins in it sweet i take
pleasure hides in there
sweetness dwells in here
sugar deep down there
chocolate taste out of this world
I hold my knife in my hands
the cake inviting and daring
the sharp of it to penetrate
black forest cake's pleasure
is to be eaten up
My knife eager to slice you
to cut through your softness
feel the power of your sweetness
feel the crisp of the fruit raisins in you
My tongue trembles after you
Saliva full in the mouth
anticipating the whole
not minding the sugar levels
My tongue your tremble does feel
how fragile you are.....so supple
completely weak as my knife slices you
Limb and resigned from declining
you too wanna go down my mouth