You call my name.
I toss restlessly in my sleep.
I’m sick.
I think it’s a dream.
But you stay in my head through the day
I want to ban you
To remove you.
To turn stone deaf.
To your pleading. To your calling.
But I’m sick.
And I don’t have the strength.
And the brownies in the fridge win again.
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7 comments:
That is the story of my life too :P
Resisting food sex, the best kind there is.
This is why I only fall in love with food and TV shows (Criminal Minds, baby!).
But it's not very satisfying.
For whatever it's worth, I understand how you feel, and have been there with you. (((HUGS)))
Next time please call me to remove temptations from your life
That was one hell of a twist!!! Didnt expect that at all... And yeah!!! me being a bong and a foodie loved this poem :)
lovely....
guess the brownies just have to win...something to do with their genetic coding
:D hehe this was super good :D
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