By it dosent matter
Date: 2 December 2000
umm the ginger bread wars?
the midnight hours dost fast approach
whilest i lay in stately flavor
baked to a richest tan of hue
growing ever harder by the hour
till when finally the time fer snack arrives
i'll *snap* to thy tongue's delight
coat thy lips with sticky sweet
heighten thy senses with ginger
so come to me my turtle dove
thy snack dost await thy taste
how i long for thy lips and tongue
to cup me in this my shape
to slow dissolve within thy mouth
to be thy cookie sweet
hear my softest cry to thee
eat me
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