The Sweet Death

I know what we have is wrong. Everyone keeps reminding me that you'll hurt me in the end, but I can't quit you. Your sultery warmth and sweet scent keeps me coming back for more. My heart cannot take much more of what you do to me, yet I yearn for you. How can such a passion be wrong? Let the world and my doctor be damned! High cholestrol or not, donut, you are my forever love. Should my arteries harden and clog or my pancreas wilt, I will still seek your powedery, sprinkled, and jelly filled embrace. My love for you may be fatal, but I can think of no better way to greet death.