Facets And Reflections

(apropos of nothing, my eyes responded to a thought and flicked down to see if there happened to be enough room under this desk for someone)

I actually know the answer to that...
 
Ooooo now I want cookies


I saved my cookies for her.
She opens the jar slowly.
Like she already knows what’s inside.

Heat rises.
Her smile says behave.
I absolutely don’t.

She tastes first.
A slow, claiming bite.
My pulse stutters.

“More,” she says.
And I give her everything.

Happy National Cookie Day
 
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