Twice in the past week, I found myself in line at an establishment that I do my best to stay away from: Dunkin Donuts.  It is a place that finds many sipping and biting, sighing their alhamdulillahs into the steam rising from their tightly-held cups. For me, it is instead a place of torture.

It’s them, the ones behind the counter. The ones who await fresh and full of a sugary high. The ones who have beautified themselves for those like me, who want what they cannot have. They enrapture my senses. Their look, a golden glow in a somber world. Their smell, a scent of pure desire. Their touch, so soft, so oh so very soft. Their voice, silent yet screaming at me, “Take me”. Then there’s that sweet, melty taste, so sweet, so melty. They, of course, are (more…)

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