"Your love is like greasy fried noodles
Instantly gratifying - makes me want to come back for more
You fill me up and I'm hungry an hour later
Got to have another serving - give me a sweet encore"
-Food by The Pursuit of Happiness
I told a friend tonight, that I loved music as much as sex. I realize I have to add food to that list as well.
If I were to meet you someday, it would be easy to figure out who I am. I won't be wearing the red carnation; I'll be the girl with the miscellaneous foodstuff on her clothes.
Those of you who know german will understand what I mean when I say I fress rather than ess. Food goes everywhere. It's not pretty.
Tonight I'm sporting a pair of blue striped men's pj bottoms with barbeque sauce near the crotch. That food adornment constitutes sexual provocation in some circles.
I might be a walking subtle signal to an unwary splosher out there. *ponders* That would explain a couple of unexpected but not unwelcome pointedly sexual glances.
Having said that, the thought of consuming someone is indescribably delicious to me. Pun fully intended.
Along with the nuance of being besauced, there's the libidinous effect of what is being consumed. I'm a woman to be feared after a sashimi binge. I compound the issue by going out for sushi with my oversexed friend Sand. She always ratchets it up a few unnecessary notches of lust.
She's one of those people who doesn't understand the idea of the subtle once over. Not Sand. She stares and then describes what she would do if she had the opportunity. It's cute and obnoxious at once. I guess when you're a 5'9 blonde german bombshell, you get away with more. She certainly does.
We both spend most of our time together with whiplash.
Well, she has whiplash. I have whiplash and food stains.
Instantly gratifying - makes me want to come back for more
You fill me up and I'm hungry an hour later
Got to have another serving - give me a sweet encore"
-Food by The Pursuit of Happiness
I told a friend tonight, that I loved music as much as sex. I realize I have to add food to that list as well.
If I were to meet you someday, it would be easy to figure out who I am. I won't be wearing the red carnation; I'll be the girl with the miscellaneous foodstuff on her clothes.
Those of you who know german will understand what I mean when I say I fress rather than ess. Food goes everywhere. It's not pretty.
Tonight I'm sporting a pair of blue striped men's pj bottoms with barbeque sauce near the crotch. That food adornment constitutes sexual provocation in some circles.
I might be a walking subtle signal to an unwary splosher out there. *ponders* That would explain a couple of unexpected but not unwelcome pointedly sexual glances.
Having said that, the thought of consuming someone is indescribably delicious to me. Pun fully intended.
Along with the nuance of being besauced, there's the libidinous effect of what is being consumed. I'm a woman to be feared after a sashimi binge. I compound the issue by going out for sushi with my oversexed friend Sand. She always ratchets it up a few unnecessary notches of lust.
She's one of those people who doesn't understand the idea of the subtle once over. Not Sand. She stares and then describes what she would do if she had the opportunity. It's cute and obnoxious at once. I guess when you're a 5'9 blonde german bombshell, you get away with more. She certainly does.
We both spend most of our time together with whiplash.
Well, she has whiplash. I have whiplash and food stains.
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I might be inclined to say I love music as much as sex... Well, I might if I knew half as much about sex as I do about music!