Oh blissful Ambrosia,
Honeyed, sweet nectar of gods,
Luscious, soft and inviting,
Warm and tender,
Rosy, peach-coloured flesh,
How could my tastebuds have missed
Being caressed by your luscious juices?
Many years have I yearned for your attentions,
Shyly observed and watched you from afar,
Then quietly, gently and graciously,
You fall into my lap!
Oh Food of Lovers, blissful ecstasy…
In dulcet tones, your name resounding…