The bakery is at the top of the hill which dominates the town. <br />In the back-shop somebody turns the raw loaves in the flour on the marble table. <br />I bought focacce and porridges to see your sky-blue eyes. <br />I congratuled you on a meat roll looking at your sweaty triangular face. <br />You had a streaked fringe hair over some spots, <br />Two little tits under your work blouse. <br />When you got out of the counter, I realized that your blouse was very short <br />And you showed two complately naked squat legs, <br />And the top side of your thigs was naked under a further vent of your blouse.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-bakeress/
