perhaps you are the king of donuts
how long have you been hidden from my lips?
with your custardy gooey innards dripping down my goteed chin?
crusty chocolate glaze coats the roof of my mouth
joyously fat, like my enlargening gut
you are undunkable
and must be eaten too quickly
even with my tongue licking out your sweet opening
lest you ooze worthlessly onto the plate
yes, a smidge less perfect than a glazed old fashioned