closer

hearts.
and heart cookies.
that's what's on my mind.
it's also what happens to be on my plate.
why?
because valentine's day is F*ing sweet,
and cookies are, too.
i mean, really,
why wouldn't i want that sort of hottness to pop off
within the lovey-dovey ovenly open floor plan,
and among the homey hearthy dens and denizens of this ferociously affectionate
edifice we all know to be the full-figured Folk Life & Liberty Fortress?
what do you think i am?
some kind of an A*-hole?
that's not me.
i'm a cookie baking sunovab!tch,
and i doo-doo that hearty heart-shaped sh!t right.
word up.
hearts, and cookies,
in several combinations,
are what's good in the woods these days.
i'm serious.
check the teleport:

c'mon!
no, for real, C'MON!
crawnchy buttersnaps,
in several sexxxy subspecies.
frosted, in light and dark pink, with sprankles, and swirls.
reddened up, with white frosting, and dark chocolate stripes,
mini reds with pink frosting and ka-powdered sugary snowdust,
mini brown bites with white frosting,
and those super elite molto expert chocolate rounds, with the pink frostiness,
and the hot red cookie color contrast centers.
neighbors,
too much is the right amount.
and when it comes to romantic gestures,
i'm all about that life.
what's in 'em?
butter and sugar and flour and vanilla, and red, and chocolate.
how much of each?
i dunno!
sometimes, the dough was a little dry, so i'd squirt a shot of agave in there,
other times, it was kind of over-buttery, so i'd huck in a little more cocoa.
guys,
i was feelin' it.
navigating my cookie course by instinct alone,
and letting my open-hearted love receptors tune in to the infinite excellence
of a sentimental sweethearted seance.
they're dope,
so,
it worked.
and for that, i am grateful.
otherwise i'd be eating dozens of doo-doo buttery metaphors
for my own poor planning in love and in action.
hahaha.
SIKE.
i'm not afraid of consequences, kids.
i'm always prepared for the hardest of styles.
i mean rules is rules,
and we all know that hoping for the best is good,
but preparing for the worst is way smarter.
i'm doing both, in between bites of cookie;
never quiet, never soft.....