Thoughts of you come to mind and I can’t help myself; I must have you.
I desire you so. I love having you, like what I put into you. I need you.
Thus I knead you, roll you around, spread you out before me, enticing me.
I smell your rich, earthy sweetness and my mouth moistens.
Things get warm. A rising swell. Soft, luscious mounds, too hot to touch.
Your intoxicating aroma drives me wild. I cannot resist; I have to taste you.
First a nibble, then a bite. I swoon with my lust for you. I devour you.
And I am sated by you.
My sweet.
I used to have that relationship with cookies. I can totally get it.
ReplyDeleteThere goes my diet. I want a cookie!
ReplyDeleteyum!!!! Can you mail me some - I am a terrible baker.
ReplyDeleteCan you give me Cookie's phone number?
ReplyDeleteYou made me crave a cookie. Or two!!
ReplyDeleteHee hee, the poem made me smile, Timoteo's comment made me laugh out loud!
ReplyDeleteI did a similar one; I love it! Your words are brilliant~
ReplyDeleteSweet..............
ReplyDeleteYummy either way... ; )
ReplyDeleteMaking cookies can be that seductive? I am obviously doing something wrong ;-)
ReplyDeleteThat gave me the first smile of the day, thanks, I need to smile more often.
I love these line "I smell your rich, earthy sweetness and my mouth moistens." Thanks!
ReplyDeleteLove this...I have my own sinful love of homebaked oatmeal cookies :)
ReplyDeleteI'm thinkin' this is about more than an actual cookie, good one :-)
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