Happy (Belated) Easter
I will never understand the magical, mystical appeal of the solid milk chocolate Easter bunny.
Oh, you are a cruel, cruel temptress. You taunt me with your smooth, dark deliciousness. How I love the way you melt against my tongue, your creamy sweetness filling my senses and sliding so sensually down my throat. How hard you appear at first glance, but it is simply a façade. You give so easily with every playful nibble. Ooh, you like it when I bite you like that, don't you? You little minx. More, you whisper to me. I try to quit you, but you're far too powerful. Lick me. Eat me. You know you want me.
And I do.
I want all of you. Want to devour you.
But you're just a tease. Fleeting. No one can keep you forever.
Before I know it, you're gone. And I'm alone. Curled up in my bed...in agony...because too much of you always makes me sick to my stomach.
Oh, you are a cruel, cruel temptress. You taunt me with your smooth, dark deliciousness. How I love the way you melt against my tongue, your creamy sweetness filling my senses and sliding so sensually down my throat. How hard you appear at first glance, but it is simply a façade. You give so easily with every playful nibble. Ooh, you like it when I bite you like that, don't you? You little minx. More, you whisper to me. I try to quit you, but you're far too powerful. Lick me. Eat me. You know you want me.
And I do.
I want all of you. Want to devour you.
But you're just a tease. Fleeting. No one can keep you forever.
Before I know it, you're gone. And I'm alone. Curled up in my bed...in agony...because too much of you always makes me sick to my stomach.