Peanut Butter Cookies

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romance

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Without worry I sit and wonder When the next batch will come. Dough rolled out, stretched and pulled, Broken into pieces and stuck in the oven. Without the confines of an cookie cutter; natural in every way. An free form of emotional bliss laid flat on the pan. I patiently wait, green plate on the table waiting for the oven to preheat. The dough rises becoming smaller. I only hope you understand How lovely it is to be near someone you love. Without the concealment of air tight bags, they are free. The cookies that bake in the oven soon to be placed on a plate, devoured. Introduced to the seduction of crumbs that come together; sweet, delightful Before it fully hardens. Soft, delightful. Skinny dipping in an pool of cookie dough. An illusion of things whole until broken apart by lips in full desire. Drenched in saliva of deep need Simultaneously becoming an memory As well as a part of smiling lips. The mistletoe that hangs above the heart. Waiting for another batch made by your hands