The Marshmallows and The Boy

This whole thing is like a game to me. Like a chess game. Like watching a child who wants marshmallows sitting in a bowl on a table at an unfamiliar's house, and you just watch the baby walk around them, looking at them, licking their lips... yes indeed... longing for them. But never out right asking you for them, but you know they want you to just... give it to them. Offer the damn marshmallows, woman! Something!


So they steal one every time you're not looking, and they think you don't notice a thing... but the powdered sugar is all around their lips. And that naughty grin of satisfaction truly does the most. Never mind the twinkle in the eye.

I know what you want little boy.




And I can give it to you, too.