I am Just.

I am just
going to put my Penis
on the table
place it there
I will need to stand
next to the table
to do that
and so situated
I would like to
observe you at your work
with your rolling pin
your dough
and your flour
at the same oaken table
as I
now next to you
with my mere Penis
and only that
You
rolling kneading and manipulating
in your mystical bakery
I hope that you glance at me
now and again
in your diverted reveries
your secret silent recipes
your naked sweating knowing
I here in a proximity
soothed at your casual
expertise
thank you
the loaves go into the tins
there to rise now
with your Magic
your apron is smeared with
flour and glaze
the yeast is acting
you have stilled me
you have healed me
I am ready to do your bidding.