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Our love

Is like milk

And cookies.

When you take your cookie

And dip it into my milk

It tastes so good that I can’t speak

After all

I was always told not to speak with my mouth full

So I’ll wait

Until I’m ready for you

To dip

Your cookie

In my milk

All over again

Because our love is so good

That I always have to ask for seconds.

And thirds.

Because our love is like milk

And cookies

And, really, who doesn’t ask for thirds?

I get so wrapped up in just how

Good

Our milk and cookie love affair is

That I go for more

Every time

And every time

That I go for more

It’s always too much.

I get a stomach ache

From too much milk and cookie love.

It’s so good that I get

Encased in this world that

I can’t understand the possibility of anything going wrong

So I go for a fourth cookie

And only after do I realize that I shouldn’t have.

So I throw the cookie box in the back of the cabinet

Cursing the cookies for tasting so good

Cursing at myself for over indulging

And swearing to never eat the cookies again.

But every time I, by happenstance, walk by cookies

And milk

And you

I just can’t say no.

I think it’s time for a diet.