Every Inch of Her

My midnight tummy is grumbling again. I consult the refrigerator for some things to eat. What stood there were nothing but raw meat and lots of drinking bottles. Empty, in a nutshell. Empty.

On the dining table lies Mr. Peanut Butter, Ms. Strawberry Jam, Mr. Skyflakes, and Mr. Magic Flakes, and the VFresh kids. And one of them calls to me, gives me a provoking stare, and pulls me in as fierce as it can -- Ms. Cheez Whiz.

I twist the jar cap, strong enough to open her immediately. Sprinkled with crimson red pimiento, she talked. She was dominating, commanding. "Paolo... Eat me."

I was stunned. With resilience, I grab the spoon, unknowingly by its head. I move a small plate in front of me, filling it with her sweetness, her sting, her being, her flesh. I hurry to the sofa, ready to taste all that she is. Just her.

And so I did. Each bite spelled excitement around my tongue, and heaven down my throat. She left some traces around my mouth, which shows how adventurous she could be. And as the plate runs out of her flesh, the spoon doesn't quite get her fleshes left. I did the kinkiest thing --- I finished every inch of her with my bare hands.

As I have had the last of her, I felt satisfied, filled up.

I'm sorry hindi ko na kayang maging creative. =)) Hanggang diyan na lang. Basta adventures ko lang 'yan with my labidabs Cheez Whiz. Haha! Sarap kasi papakin. Hehe. =P