the last coconut cream egg

don't even.  don't EVEN look at me like that, all innocent.  i know what you're up to.  you enemy of spin class.  you proponent of jiggly arms.  you double-chin-loving, bathing-suit-hating, miserable little witch.

insanely delicious, ecstatically gooey witch.  the coconut you leave in my teeth lingers, a sugary reminder of your smooth, satanic ability to sway me.  every time.