Pancake Bliss

Pancakes
Sweet, glistening pancakes
So silky and fluffy like a newborn sheep's wool
Syrupy goodness flows down and soaks up every corner of its virgin dough
I glance at it
I glance at it hard
My senses are already being triggered
Thoughts of its deliciousness spreading throughout me drive me and fuel me
I try to resist knowing that this will not end well for either of the two of us
But passion overtakes me and before long, I grab my fork and knife
I dig in, and as I eat multiple flavored enter into my mouth
A range of flavors which I had lacked for a while came pouring back to me
And when they did I remembered why I loved them so
I had missed eating this and though I knew this love was wrong
I wouldn't have had it any other way
I ate and ate and ate and ate
I fueled through the pancake ravenously
I ravished it but it also ravished me
Before long, mere crumbs and smudges of syrup were left on the plate
I drank my milk but knew that it would soon run out
I was in a state of bliss; I didn't want to do much of anything except remember the time I had
The time I had with those oblong pieces of syrupy, buttery dough
Brought me comfort and hope
Brought me fulfillment and joy
Brought me all those things that I longed to have
I loved pancakes
And though I knew this was a naughty, naughty love
I wouldn't have had it any other