If Love Was a Diet, I’d Cheat Every Day With You

If love was a diet, I’d break every rule,

Sneaking in kisses like midnight fuel.

A nibble of passion, a bite of delight,

You’re my cheat day every night.

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Your love is a cake—so rich, so divine,

Layered with laughter, sweeter than wine.

I take extra servings, ignore all the signs,

Because self-control? Well, love declines.

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Your hugs are like waffles—golden and warm,

Drenched in affection, the perfect form.

I drown in your syrup, no will to resist,

Lost in the sweetness of every kiss.

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If guilt had a taste, I'd savor it too,

Like fries in your hands that I steal from you.

We feast on desire, no need to confess,

Because love is indulgence—why settle for less?

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We’re reckless romantics, dessert-driven fools,

Tossing out rulebooks, rewriting the rules.

With every embrace, with each bite we take,

Love isn’t measured—it’s meant to be baked.

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So let’s have our cake and eat it, too,

A lifetime of cravings—just me and you.

Calories be damned, let the world see,

Love is best served—sweet, wild, and free!