A poem …

There goes my delicious gingerbread man. Can I nip you on your ginger-brown shoulder? Can I lick you on your gum-drop buttons? Hot from the oven, you seem to smolder. Here's my delicious gingerbread man. You can fit perfectly against my heart. I won't let you go, you might run away. You're the sweetest man ever to run, and be caught. I love you my sweet gingerbread man. Our ill-fated love may never grow stale. I'll explore you all over with my tongue. Just now you are my favorite male. So is this the true love that then got away? Or is this the one love that with love will stay? Jennifer Knox