Why I’m just like Ice Cream
There it is, in the dark, waiting for you to come and take it. Nestled there in the cold, darkness of the freezer, calling your name. Take off the top and totally help yourself to the delicious goodness inside. You know it’s bad for you. All that sugar, the sticky sweetness sliding over your lips, seducing you. Sorbet, frozen yogurt, the damn full fat Breyer’s.
You can’t pass it up in the store, it beckons you like a siren inside that frozen food display. Rocky Road, Oreo, even the new Snickers kind. Old fashioned vanilla, decadent chocolate, and mint chocolate chip. Why? Why do they make things so damn bad for you taste so good you just can’t eat ONE spoonful of ice cream. You can’t just get ONE tablespoon of it and take it to the checkout counter. No, you’ve got to buy the entire carton, and then you see that little yellow or green tag that says “buy one get one free” so what do you do? You get Jamoca Almond Fudge AND Butter Pecan.
It’s so bad for you but you know what? You’re only going to live once and so I say get it. Get that flavor that tantalizes you. Get the one that you just can’t resist. Eat a bowl after dinner while watching your favorite show. BUT! In moderation because let’s face it, ice cream can get addicting. The sensuous taste in your mouth. The heady rush of sugar the explodes inside your tummy when you get your first full bite of it.
That’s a lot like me. An aphrodisiac. A temptation, a devilish sensation that slides over you and hooks you. Thinking about me when you shouldn’t be, looking at my pictures over and over again when you should really be doing something else but you just…can’t…stop…looking. Dreaming about how good it felt to slide your fingers over my soft, supple skin, dip the tip of your tongue into my mouth, the valley between my luscious breasts and the bejeweled center of my navel. You’re thinking even now of how good it feels (or is going to feel) when you get your first real taste of my plush and delicate lips. Nestled in between my silken thighs face first is a temptation, a decadent dessert with the heady aroma of woman. Alluring, musky and sweet. Go for it. Take just one taste, I dare you…
Just like the frozen delight that once you’ve eaten the entire carton you wait for a week, thinking, “That was the last half gallon of ice cream I’m going to get. I’m going on a diet tomorrow.” But you don’t. You go back for more. Just like you come back for more of me. So damn good for you but just so sinfully wrong. A decadent treat that you can’t get enough of. Let me wrap my arms around you, slide my scent over you, lick your ears with my tongue, and nibble your nipples with my teeth. Let my fingers do the walking and my eyes do the talking as I take you in my mouth and let you slip down my throat. Bad? Yes, I’m bad, but Oh so good for you.
I’m a goodness you’ll come back to over and over again. You may stray to other flavors, sometimes you might even mix one or two together, but in the end your favorite dish is your favorite dish. The one that never lets you down, always tastes the same, and goes with just about any dessert you could pair it with.
Don’t walk down that aisle without picking up a little bit of me along the way. Trust me, a pint just won’t do. You might as well go for the entire gallon. Once you’ve become a glutton and satiated yourself on the taste of my tan, satin skin, and run your fingers over the silky bends and curves of my body you just might be finished.
Might be time to have that strawberry pie, that lemon tart, but you’ll be back. After all, once you get one lick of me, and I get one lick of you, that is just never, ever, enough.
Philadelphia
Saturday August 15 ~ Tuesday August 18
Screening is light but Mandatory and there are no exceptions. Pre-booking is highly encouraged.
I will be utilizing an assistant this trip and as soon as all of her stuff is up I will post her information. xoxo
~Rae Monroe
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Man Law
"A man shall golf with a woman only if it is unavoidable."
Woman Rule
"No woman who can hold a pencil under her breast without using her hands should go bra-less."
"I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with a wicked desire." Ella Wilcox
