I Wanna .... You Like An Animal
Those cookies? Those little butter cookies? The flower shaped ones? In the big tin of Christmas cookies? The ones with the little dollop of jam in the middle that’s not so much jam anymore as a sticky factory-drop of happy-fun that can’t be removed from your teeth with an ordinary human tongue? But perhaps a sexy alien one?
Please keep them away from me.
I will eat them.
All your cookies are belong to me.
Someone remind me tomorrow to talk about my new Fantasy Boyfriend. I can't right now...the Department of Geek-Boys is holding my brain hostage, and I'm enjoying the ball gag and tight bindings....