Temptation In Black and White Aka the Oreo

(a poem a deux) The Oreo is there. Out of sight, it calls to me. Oreo: Love! Come to me. Pleasure awaits. Me: No. Will power! I will not succumb. Oreo: Think of chocolate...tongue-lingering, senses-reeling, so appealing... Me: I am stronger than chocolate. Oreo: Beneath the surface lies cream. Pure, unadulterated cream. Me: I have a new book to read. Oreo: Love, be reasonable. You know you want me. Me: I don't. Oreo: You do. Me: Don't. Oreo: Do. Me: Don't. Oreo: Do. Me: Don't, don't, don't! (pause) Oreo: (seductively) Milk. Me: (groan) Oreo: I adore bathing in milk. It makes me so soft, so vulnerable, so wet. Me: No! Not there. Don't touch me there! Oreo: A veritable orgy of ecstasy in your mouth. Me: O stop! Don't! Stop. Don't---stop---don't---stop---don't stop. Oreo: My love! Me: Wait for me, I'm coming. O God, I'm coming!