A Caloric Devotion

We met over doughnuts
It was Bouchon in the Spring
A chilly Sunday morning
A little tradition
A monthly excursion
A caloric devotion
I can taste it now
He sat just behind me pocket plaid shirt
Classically handsome
But I was lost in a doughnut
It arrived on a plate
A lightly fried wonder
Dusted with sugar
Only on Sundays
I bit in I bit in I bit in
All that cream
So unctuous
I bit in I bit in
All that cream
So unctuous
With each bite with each bite
A small groan grew
A small groan grew
From the back of my throat
Until
I couldn't help it
Until
I couldn't help it
Until
I couldn't help it
Until
I couldn't help it
Until
Oh God
I love doughnuts
I could feel the silence the stares
Behind me he cleared his throat
Slowly our gazes met
His blue New England eyes asked
"Have you always liked doughnuts?"



Credits
Writer(s): Clare Drobot
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