Making Love to a Snickers

PMS at its best

Resplendent in shiny armor
It mocks my will power—
That hour on the tredmill will soon be
Forgotten in the face of my blind lust.
I want to rip off its protective covering,
Expose its chocolate goodness,
Lose myself in naked cocoa indulgence.
But not too quickly,
I must not spoil the moment.
How I’ve been dreaming of this for days,
You little darling,
Keeping me up nights,
Stimulating my gastric juices,
Haunting my dreams—
But no more.
Now you are mine to do with as I please.
This is true love