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Coffee ice cream. One scoop, and another. The green mug gets frosty on the outside. I turned off all the lights. ninety-nine cent white candles burning in tall glass jars. Stirring the sweets like potion. Softer. Softer. Stuck on the spoon, I put it in my mouth. . Softer. Drop it out of my mouth back into the mug one second later. A guilty pleasure enjoyed only in solitude. Stir again. Softer.

Puppy sleeping. Kitty stretches. Best nightgown. City lights blink through heavy industrial blinds. Another scoop of ice cream, same ritual. In my mouth, back into the mug. Super secret indulgence, confessed here to you. Best nightgown. Socks and satin on polished concrete. Super private, romantic, selfish moment.