Somewhere there is a prose!

bluejourneyman

I was standing in line tonight thinking of you, wishing you where by my side. I closed my eyes and felt your hand reach down and touch mine. The line I was standing in was for a simple Mocha coffee. You see I drink a lot of coffee to keep me going until you are physically with me. You where not there, but your touch was still felt. Staring at the coffee selections, I caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye, I grinned. You were dressed in a finally rapped package of pure ecstasy “O’ my God she is here!” I excitedly told the cashier. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I told her I wanted four of you. I chose you rapped in blue. I bought my Mocha coffee, which I am sure you would not like to drink yourself. I took you to a secluded table. Sitting down I undressed you. You were smooth in texture, I popped you into my mouth, feeling you melt drove me mental. I could not resist any longer, I bit into your shell, releasing your succulent passion. The taste caused my heart to stop for a moment. Closing my eyes, I felt you inside me. I savored the flavor of you. After eating the three others, I had to go buy six more. I ate your passion until I felt you in my gut. We will now have to hide them from each other; I am addicted to Lindor Balls

catefrances

hmmm a man after my own heart. i suck the outer shell until it breaks open and the molten centre slides lusciously down my throat. i know what it's like to close one's eyes and smile at a distant thought. i buy them in threes because odd numbers are a superstition of mine. i never share them and everyone understands. mine are wrapped in red. and i often find discarded reminders of my passion amongst my books and music. we will not need to hide them from each because we know better than to mess with another's addiction.

jamjam

cute
thanks for the read