What Can I Say About Cupcakes?

by Samuel De Lemos

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Steadily working, dough
in hands, kneading.

Those same hands, warm
against my flesh, healing.

Hands that shape—
fashioning life,
Your touch brings
indescribable pleasure.

Selective, moving from
one decision to another
mimicking your persuasive
intuition.

Gently coupling, fingers
softly rubbing each other
in a systematic dance.

In that moment of creation,
your movement softly caressing,
touching, thinking—

until the magic is discernible.

Methodically, placed into
a heated bed,

your manifold decisions
are finally ready to be
savored.

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