#NPM Day 14- The Forbidden Donut
#NationalPoetryMonth Prompt: Danger cafe Eating out of the palm of my hand you had no idea you were in danger. Soaking me in and sopping me up like a honey butter chicken biscuit you weren't aware that you should have been running in the opposite direction. Laying the breadcrumbs. Setting the traps. And now you're in love. Eat your heart out. All of you. It's tacky to name names.