| sex cookies Taking the crisp edge between my lips, tasting the warmth left behind by the careful cookie cutter of emotions left soft and delicate like cinnamon dusted on the tops as they baked in our hearts and minds, an illusion of sweetness, filling us with willing dreams to be taken with the crumbs and a glass of warm milk on nights when there are better things to do than sleep. copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). |
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