The chocolate chip goes soft
getting turned on instead of off
There's heat coming from somewhere
Exchange aspirations and fears
Don't let shame make you a lier
Share dreams and nightmares
Fantasies and unmet desires
There's heat coming from somewhere
The cookie itself absorbs the heat the oven lit
It's softness surrounds the pieces of chocolate
Little dark sweet blobs that are turning liquid
The lips get close the mouth mode enveloping
The teeth above and below gates opening
Is this what comfort is a thought shouts randomly
Is this what sensual teasing gets us another rambles
Is the cookie a metaphor for something one craves
The dough more akin to the mundane
The chips a climax filled and drained
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