You made me cookies with hershey’s kisses
(The little marshmallows are your favorite)
When all I wanted was the sweet taste of your lips
Words sinful like the darkest cacao
Your voice a delicacy
I want all to myself.
Instead I smiled and thanked you,
Told you “no one’s ever made me cookies before”
When no one cared enough to take the time
To be as sweet as you are naturally, with ease
The excited way you splayed them out for me,
Your work of art,
“made with love”
1 tsp of vanilla (a surprise to you)
My indulgence in you is becoming unhealthy
Like too many cookies,
And yet I’ll still take every bit of sweetness you offer
Gorging myself on you because I’ll never have my fill.
S’more Cookies
