Cookie Dough

I remember a solemn day

In December we were

Craving cookies and each other.

And naturally, making cookies

Required us to make a 

Filthy mess of one another 

You threw flour in my hair,

And your face got pasty white,

And so I kissed it off of you

We laughed and joked and

Danced to music that you 

Knew every single word to.

When the dough was ready

To cook in the oven, I proposed

Question unsettled in my head:

"Why make cookies when

You have cookie dough 

To happily enjoy instead?"

You grabbed my hand and

Spun me around, dipped me,

Kissed me and said so kind:

"My darling, this is why

You and I are meant to be.

You effortlessly speak my mind."

I smiled, and you smiled

That crooked smile of yours

That send my heart beating

And for the rest of the night

We sat on the cold floor

Snuggling close and eating

Cookie dough.

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