The Baker

The dough is round up from yeast at eye's first glance. They say the one in control is the same who cares the least.

Take your brave stance, but wait! You must not rush the process even when the dough tastes of perfection.

You shouldn't let her vision be your deepest ambition...stimulate an erection.

The dough carefully rises, warm to the touch. It's moist inside and tender in your careless tongue.

Shall you accept the toasted delight too early she'd leave you with breathless lungs.

You cannot have just one bite - have you just about lost her in your life?

Care less and shatter her or give her the world just to stab yourself in the gut when the bread is cooked.

She filled your hunger, she filled your thirst. You tried to forget her but you always remembered her first.