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I Burned Myself

To satisfy my sweet tooth,
I stole a stranger's honey bun
When no one was looking.
I took it out of its wrapper
And laid it on a plate.
It smelled delicious.
I opened up a small door
And closed the one behind me.
I set the timer and it revolved
Until the sweet icing melted
On the soft bubbling pastry.
Its aroma filled the room.
Quickly!  I took the delicacy.
Hot and sticky on my fingers...
I could hardly hold it in my hands.
Hot and sticky on my lips...
Though I tried to be careful,
I burned the roof of my mouth,
And my tongue felt fuzzy.
All to satisfy my sweet tooth...
I ate the swirl in a hurry 
Rolling it over my tongue
Taking in quick cool breaths
With animated chewing
And grimaced facial expressions.
I didn't enjoy it with the time
That I had hoped I could have.
Then, I threw the evidence away
In plain sight and opened the door.
I left the room at a swift pace
As if on important business.
The stranger had no idea...
Except that his honey bun was gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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