Dear Marshy-Mellow,
Please… Do not mind the little initial prick you feel as I insert my wooden stick into you. At this time, there is nothing more that I want to do than to hold you over these crackling flames and warm center so you can feel the warmth and melting effects of the fire we gathered around.
I look forward to squeezing you between golden graham crackers and melted chocolate bars. I’ll hold you like a sandwich. A small sandwich that is.
I can’t wait to put you in my mouth a corner at a time and nibble at your core.
