draughnon
The crunchy surface hurts my teeth, but I pretend to enjoy it. The trip to the dentist yesterday keeps me from enjoying much of anything I've tried to eat today, but it came from HIS hands, those soft long fingers, paint in the lines of his palm, the hands that make everything cupped in them beautiful. But this flaky fake vanilla taste has escaped his fingers, and in my mouth in loses what he gave it, and I have to resist the urge to spit it onto the ground.