Walls of comfort yearn for a creamy touch, A gentle stream that longs to soothe and clutch. It spreads delicately, searching for its place, Hoping to be enveloped in a sweet embrace.

A primal urge, a need that must be fed, The master's pleasure, the keeper and the thread. At the core of the treat, it stands serene, Without its heart, a mere shell, still unseen.

The essence of cream, a hunger that enthralls, In every bite and lick, a subtle flavor calls. A vision of passion, so soft and pure, Casting a glow on each moment, a perfect lure.

The sleeve awaits, impatient for release, To be filled by the master, bringing sweet peace. Each bite, each taste, a moment of pure bliss, As the walls of comfort are coated in creamy kiss.