Your crimson lips
upon my brow
your breathy whispers
upon my tender skin
your cool fingertips
dancing across my cheek
the chill is unforgettable

My body aches
in the middle of the night
awaiting your tender touch
Your whispers finding their way
into my deep hidden places
My urges strong and sure
Needing a connection
before I head to the other side
of my pillow

When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label

Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover

Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****

I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most

I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket

When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach

Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave

In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve

I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die