yumminess shared with friends. Cld evenings, hot beverages, and ample laughter across an intimate table. Giggles. Boy talk. After show celebrations. Warm, gooey goodness accompanied with great joy. Dessert. The sweetness after the work.
Erin Threlfall
I usually don’t eat it. But then again it is a special day. Maybe I could, just once. But then If I do, I know I’ll regret it and pay for it for the rest of my life. But then again it has ALWAYS tasted SO good! Maybe I could, just once, eat dessert. Maybe.
Rain
I thought they were kidding when they said what the mission was. Honestly, who actually does this sort of thing? I mean, I know I do, but is it just me? Or are there others? I can’t believe they sent me here! I’m going to DIE! And it’ll be their fault and I can’t do anything about it and and and….. WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DROP ME OFF IN A DA*N DESSERT!?
Rain
I love ice cream. My parents always joke around saying that I can eat it whenever, even when I’m really full, so when I skip ice cream for dessert they act surprised, like it’s some sort of miracle.
Yoshi
sweet! Pie. Cake. Pastry…. Cookies. Ok, I’ve eaten too many now… I’m feeling queesy… the usual result…
But then there are things known as just desserts…. Is quessy my just dessert?
I’m trying to resist thinking…. this is me resisiting….
dessert? or desert? sand? hot! Dry! Beautiful but dead in many ways…. ok, enough of that… the topic is dessert, isn’t it?
Sigh…. Just desserts! That`s life isn`t it… Laws of the universe equal just desserts….
My wife. My mother. My step-daughter: They generously make delicious desserts and allow me to eat all I can eat…
Mark
People constantly eat dessert. Every second of every day, there’s millions of people around the world eating sort of dessert. Each one is delectable to its eater, each dessert providing some short seconds of heavenly bliss to the one that chooses it. If you ever see it, you will want it. Inevitably, you will end up eating it, voluntarily, or no.
abi
Dessert is sweet and I never save enough room for it. Next time I’ll eat my sweet dessert first!
Jessica Suamsoong
I love dessert. Just ate some cake and it was delicious. Sarah said it was the soda that was bitter, but I know it was the cranberries they just never seemed to taste rihght. Don’t lvoe cranberires. but i do love desserts. Today has been a very relaxing day and I am glad fo rit. I needed it. Nothering seems to be going wrong today.
ginger
ohhhh how i love to eat dessert in the desert.I especially love crepes— ohhh how delcious! Since christmas morning, aka sunday 12 am, i have eaten at least 20 crepes. i just love the eggy cake with the creamiest of cheese and chilly berry sauce.
Ice cream. Simple cream, sugar, some kind of flavor or extract of a plant or herb or root. It’s always been my favorite dessert. Even after plateful of buffet goodness, I always make room for a cup of ice cream.
I grinned and dipped my spoon into my melting ice cream.
“It the best this way.” I announced to the disgusted face of my other brother. “It’s kind of like a milkshake!”
Delilah
You know you shouldn’t eat that just before bedtime.
But I don’t want to miss out on my dessert…It’s what I’ve been waiting for all day!
It will still be there in the morning – you mark my words, you’ll have wild and silly dreams if you try and eat all that sugar before bed.
I really like dessert. Especially apple pie. It’s just so ..different from other things you eat you know? It’s all nice and flaky on the outside and then you get to the filling and this sweet yet perfectly tangy thing fills your mouth up! It’s exciting since most desserts are just sweet sweet sweet! Bah. Apple pie is my favorite.
dulcis
How could you not love it? My dessert is usually a cocktail. The way to distinguish dessert from desert is this: I would rather have two desserts than deserts – 2 s’s. Works everytime
Andrea
“I’d like to think this is some kind of just dessert, but that idea just ain’t getting any traction in my head,” Jensen thought to himself as he heard the clinking of irons being nestled in the coals of the fireplace.
taste me savor my lips engulf yourself in my tongue cover yourself with my arms ingest my love taste all i have to provide for you don’t stop until you’re finished until there’s nothing left of me until you’ve swallowed every last drop eaten every last piece i need you to need me so don’t take a taste take it all
it was a chocolate souffle. sprinkled with powdered sugar and drizzled with chocolate fudge. and a chocolate chip on top. with a strawberry cut to the shape of a rose. and a file of mint at the corner. it expressed us. me and John.
Alison Young
I can’t wait for dessert. It’s my favorite tonight. Strawberry cheese cake and french silk. Yum. oh no wait a dessert thief just ran off with all the desserts. Now what am I going to eat.
Sweet dessert, just dessert
What they deserve
Poisoned, nothing less
All the suffering they’ve brought me
They deserve nothing more
Sweet dessert, just dessert
Murder
oh i love dessert after a meal. it really boosts my energy and gets me going. i innately love sweets, so why not have some after meals? it is a bliss and pleasure allowed for human beings, a luxury that doesn’t cost much.
kaorita
His eyes roamed over her body, and his mouth began to water as if he were tasting a fine dessert. She giggled at his lack of control, and beckoned him over to her with a finger.
She breathed deeply, and leaned forward, “Kiss me, baby.”
And he did. The pleasure was beyond electrifying… until the knife embedded deep into his back. She pulled back, wiped her lips, and whispered, “Burn in hell, babe.”
Kissed his forehead one last time before he fell backwards, dead.
He looked like the chocolate cake he was eating. His eyes were the cherries on top, glistening when the light hit them just right, His nose was the contours of the pile of icing and his mouth was the curve of the perfectly round chocolate piece on top.
a sweet, pleasure making machine. it can comfort you without words, it can make you feel full but in the end you are still empty. it can make you happy it can make you sad and it can make you suicidal.
Betsy Harris
having had nothing but dessert yesterday – a milkshake, toffee, caramel, frozen yogurt – i feel the dire need to return to my previous dieting plan, before of course, things get completely out of hand.
Sweet lemony sauce, a crumbly shortbread tart to scoop it in. Or maybe a rich chocolate cake with thick buttercream frosting that melts all velvety in your mouth. Or strawberries or apples or a jumble of berries crammed into a flaky crust, the fruit glazed and sugary. Dessert makes my eyes roll in pleasure and my tongue dance with the most ungodly delicious flavours in all the kingdoms of meals. Mm-mm!
Like a dessert she dekorated herself. She was too sweet for this cruel world. She didn’t fear none, because everyone liked her. But, what a shame a dessert has the purpose to be devoured by one, and that one would be cruel.
I don’t even want to eat dessert anymore. Yesterday I ate dessert all day, and then I remembered that you are gone, and nothing is sweet anymore. My bed at night is empty and cold, your tiny breath and the sound of your little nails on the floorboards are gone…and the dessert sits on the table you will never climb again, uneaten.
Jessica G
i don’t know why it makes me write about a dessert. i’ll write about a desert instead.
dry, sandy, usually thought of as hot, and yet the largest desert in the world is antarctica. no rainfall, totally dry, how cool is it that it has most of the world’s ice and fresh water? not to mention penguins. it has penguins. i like penguins.
penguins can not be eaten for dessert.
Tux
only fine time until the ice cream melts. until you figure out why you left me. but I already know the reason. it was because my eyes weren’t honest enough. one day we’ll meet again, under the palm trees, and share a root beer float. like old times. forever together. and this memory will stick between our eyelids.
“Klunk,” she took a flying whack at the thorny cactus with her bat. It tore off in a spikey hunk, dripping juice. It landed in the hot sand a few feet off. She lunged toward it, picked it up gingerly between her pinched thumb and forefinger and dangling it to try to get the sand off it. Shucking off all the sharp spikes from the cactus with a leatherman, she plunged her fist into a pocket and pulled out two blooming desert lilies blossoms, dropped them in the hollow cactus shell and ground them to a pulp. Then added a dusting of mojave nectar. A perfect desert dessert.
dessert is a reward. isnt it? well maybe. it comes after something, finishes it off to leave a sweet taste in your mouth. it has to be sweet. sweet like berries. or real heavy dark sweet like chocolate.
is the worst thing about dinner. I love dinner and I will always eat a little bit to much. And than comes dessert. If I say no to it, I’m being rude, so I say yes. And I get a hurting belly… No fun.
Camilla Albertine
Isn’t it worth it to wait for the dessert? The prize at the end? The relief after all that hard work?!
Must be perfect. Pink cupcake topped with silver sprinkles, like the girl sitting next to me. At least this thing is almost over. I don’t know how much longer I can act like I fit in here.
I love dessert. I don’t really eat it anymore, but I love it. I’m an absolute chocolate lover, and will pretty much eat anything with chocolate… for example, I’ve eaten chocolate covered crickets before. no joke.
yumminess shared with friends. Cld evenings, hot beverages, and ample laughter across an intimate table. Giggles. Boy talk. After show celebrations. Warm, gooey goodness accompanied with great joy. Dessert. The sweetness after the work.
I usually don’t eat it. But then again it is a special day. Maybe I could, just once. But then If I do, I know I’ll regret it and pay for it for the rest of my life. But then again it has ALWAYS tasted SO good! Maybe I could, just once, eat dessert. Maybe.
I thought they were kidding when they said what the mission was. Honestly, who actually does this sort of thing? I mean, I know I do, but is it just me? Or are there others? I can’t believe they sent me here! I’m going to DIE! And it’ll be their fault and I can’t do anything about it and and and….. WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DROP ME OFF IN A DA*N DESSERT!?
I love ice cream. My parents always joke around saying that I can eat it whenever, even when I’m really full, so when I skip ice cream for dessert they act surprised, like it’s some sort of miracle.
sweet! Pie. Cake. Pastry…. Cookies. Ok, I’ve eaten too many now… I’m feeling queesy… the usual result…
But then there are things known as just desserts…. Is quessy my just dessert?
I’m trying to resist thinking…. this is me resisiting….
dessert? or desert? sand? hot! Dry! Beautiful but dead in many ways…. ok, enough of that… the topic is dessert, isn’t it?
Sigh…. Just desserts! That`s life isn`t it… Laws of the universe equal just desserts….
My wife. My mother. My step-daughter: They generously make delicious desserts and allow me to eat all I can eat…
People constantly eat dessert. Every second of every day, there’s millions of people around the world eating sort of dessert. Each one is delectable to its eater, each dessert providing some short seconds of heavenly bliss to the one that chooses it. If you ever see it, you will want it. Inevitably, you will end up eating it, voluntarily, or no.
Dessert is sweet and I never save enough room for it. Next time I’ll eat my sweet dessert first!
I love dessert. Just ate some cake and it was delicious. Sarah said it was the soda that was bitter, but I know it was the cranberries they just never seemed to taste rihght. Don’t lvoe cranberires. but i do love desserts. Today has been a very relaxing day and I am glad fo rit. I needed it. Nothering seems to be going wrong today.
ohhhh how i love to eat dessert in the desert.I especially love crepes— ohhh how delcious! Since christmas morning, aka sunday 12 am, i have eaten at least 20 crepes. i just love the eggy cake with the creamiest of cheese and chilly berry sauce.
She only liked chocolate when it was warm out. She would take a piece and wrap it around her tongue until it melted.
It created in her a comfort against the heat. It made it bearable, somehow. The sweetness saved her.
Ice cream. Simple cream, sugar, some kind of flavor or extract of a plant or herb or root. It’s always been my favorite dessert. Even after plateful of buffet goodness, I always make room for a cup of ice cream.
I grinned and dipped my spoon into my melting ice cream.
“It the best this way.” I announced to the disgusted face of my other brother. “It’s kind of like a milkshake!”
You know you shouldn’t eat that just before bedtime.
But I don’t want to miss out on my dessert…It’s what I’ve been waiting for all day!
It will still be there in the morning – you mark my words, you’ll have wild and silly dreams if you try and eat all that sugar before bed.
red velvet is a passionate cake.
I really like dessert. Especially apple pie. It’s just so ..different from other things you eat you know? It’s all nice and flaky on the outside and then you get to the filling and this sweet yet perfectly tangy thing fills your mouth up! It’s exciting since most desserts are just sweet sweet sweet! Bah. Apple pie is my favorite.
How could you not love it? My dessert is usually a cocktail. The way to distinguish dessert from desert is this: I would rather have two desserts than deserts – 2 s’s. Works everytime
“I’d like to think this is some kind of just dessert, but that idea just ain’t getting any traction in my head,” Jensen thought to himself as he heard the clinking of irons being nestled in the coals of the fireplace.
taste me savor my lips engulf yourself in my tongue cover yourself with my arms ingest my love taste all i have to provide for you don’t stop until you’re finished until there’s nothing left of me until you’ve swallowed every last drop eaten every last piece i need you to need me so don’t take a taste take it all
it was a chocolate souffle. sprinkled with powdered sugar and drizzled with chocolate fudge. and a chocolate chip on top. with a strawberry cut to the shape of a rose. and a file of mint at the corner. it expressed us. me and John.
I can’t wait for dessert. It’s my favorite tonight. Strawberry cheese cake and french silk. Yum. oh no wait a dessert thief just ran off with all the desserts. Now what am I going to eat.
yuuuuuuummmmm:) <3
Sweet dessert, just dessert
What they deserve
Poisoned, nothing less
All the suffering they’ve brought me
They deserve nothing more
Sweet dessert, just dessert
Murder
oh i love dessert after a meal. it really boosts my energy and gets me going. i innately love sweets, so why not have some after meals? it is a bliss and pleasure allowed for human beings, a luxury that doesn’t cost much.
His eyes roamed over her body, and his mouth began to water as if he were tasting a fine dessert. She giggled at his lack of control, and beckoned him over to her with a finger.
She breathed deeply, and leaned forward, “Kiss me, baby.”
And he did. The pleasure was beyond electrifying… until the knife embedded deep into his back. She pulled back, wiped her lips, and whispered, “Burn in hell, babe.”
Kissed his forehead one last time before he fell backwards, dead.
He looked like the chocolate cake he was eating. His eyes were the cherries on top, glistening when the light hit them just right, His nose was the contours of the pile of icing and his mouth was the curve of the perfectly round chocolate piece on top.
a sweet, pleasure making machine. it can comfort you without words, it can make you feel full but in the end you are still empty. it can make you happy it can make you sad and it can make you suicidal.
having had nothing but dessert yesterday – a milkshake, toffee, caramel, frozen yogurt – i feel the dire need to return to my previous dieting plan, before of course, things get completely out of hand.
Sweet lemony sauce, a crumbly shortbread tart to scoop it in. Or maybe a rich chocolate cake with thick buttercream frosting that melts all velvety in your mouth. Or strawberries or apples or a jumble of berries crammed into a flaky crust, the fruit glazed and sugary. Dessert makes my eyes roll in pleasure and my tongue dance with the most ungodly delicious flavours in all the kingdoms of meals. Mm-mm!
ok
Like a dessert she dekorated herself. She was too sweet for this cruel world. She didn’t fear none, because everyone liked her. But, what a shame a dessert has the purpose to be devoured by one, and that one would be cruel.
I don’t even want to eat dessert anymore. Yesterday I ate dessert all day, and then I remembered that you are gone, and nothing is sweet anymore. My bed at night is empty and cold, your tiny breath and the sound of your little nails on the floorboards are gone…and the dessert sits on the table you will never climb again, uneaten.
i don’t know why it makes me write about a dessert. i’ll write about a desert instead.
dry, sandy, usually thought of as hot, and yet the largest desert in the world is antarctica. no rainfall, totally dry, how cool is it that it has most of the world’s ice and fresh water? not to mention penguins. it has penguins. i like penguins.
penguins can not be eaten for dessert.
only fine time until the ice cream melts. until you figure out why you left me. but I already know the reason. it was because my eyes weren’t honest enough. one day we’ll meet again, under the palm trees, and share a root beer float. like old times. forever together. and this memory will stick between our eyelids.
“Klunk,” she took a flying whack at the thorny cactus with her bat. It tore off in a spikey hunk, dripping juice. It landed in the hot sand a few feet off. She lunged toward it, picked it up gingerly between her pinched thumb and forefinger and dangling it to try to get the sand off it. Shucking off all the sharp spikes from the cactus with a leatherman, she plunged her fist into a pocket and pulled out two blooming desert lilies blossoms, dropped them in the hollow cactus shell and ground them to a pulp. Then added a dusting of mojave nectar. A perfect desert dessert.
dessert is a reward. isnt it? well maybe. it comes after something, finishes it off to leave a sweet taste in your mouth. it has to be sweet. sweet like berries. or real heavy dark sweet like chocolate.
gdgjbcdjjcx
is the worst thing about dinner. I love dinner and I will always eat a little bit to much. And than comes dessert. If I say no to it, I’m being rude, so I say yes. And I get a hurting belly… No fun.
Isn’t it worth it to wait for the dessert? The prize at the end? The relief after all that hard work?!
Must be perfect. Pink cupcake topped with silver sprinkles, like the girl sitting next to me. At least this thing is almost over. I don’t know how much longer I can act like I fit in here.
I love dessert. I don’t really eat it anymore, but I love it. I’m an absolute chocolate lover, and will pretty much eat anything with chocolate… for example, I’ve eaten chocolate covered crickets before. no joke.