My tongue touched it registering its first flavor.
The taste sensation sent me into a state of ecstasy. A knowing anticipation of what was to come. Eyes glazed over.
Next my teeth perforated a taut exterior anxiously chasing the soft, velvety, lusciousness of its heart. A lover full of lust. As if it had been far too long.
An errant drop of core hit my bottom lip as I pulled away. My entire mouth began to scald. Fanning provided no relief; the roof of my mouth already burned by a film of hot Velveeta.
My tongue swept across its delicate surface today, recalling the perfect first bite of a grilled cheese sandwich; a reminder of the pleasure/pain sensation of my passionate impatience.
It’s always the one you take before it hits the plate.
|The first half didn't even make the paper plate!|
33-333 words for the third definition of:
a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control
b archaic : swoon
: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight