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Dirty Dirty Dirty Berry

November 21, 2009

Strawberry.  Chocolate sauce.  It oozes.  Chocolate chips. Oh stop it.  Spanking hot donut. Soft fried dough.  Hypnotic.  Add bacon. Add bacon to everything.

Do what you’re told. You are a very bad donut. Don’t try and look innocent.        Don’t try to lure me with your fresh griddle strawberries. I hope they were swaddled in pork fat. Delicately. Caressingly. Soft. Sweet. Slow.

That’s the way I like my berries.

I miss those moments with you. Me, and you, with a few flimsy napkins, only one small plastic fork that broke  when I gently cut into your side. I had no choice  but to use both of my hands. Right away…

Open your mouth, and close your eyes.

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