I would like to have you for dessert,
to drink from you like water in the desert,
Kisses for you derriere that is, oh so, pert.
Oh, how I would eat you for dessert…
Dessert – it is a killer – I guess I go immediately to the kind that you eat but dessert could b different stuff. Reading my book is dessert after a long day, writing and painting are dessert after a long week. The eating kind of dessert can be so disappointing – i would rather have the non eating version of dessert.
Green globs of jello makes life easy for me. I don’t have to cook; I just to drop it in the microwave. Or of one of the machines in the kitchen, I’m not picky about which. I slide the plates forward towards the kids and close my eyes. They’ll be doing the dishes tonight too.
Ning
Dessert is what you eat after a meal. It’s usually some sort of sweet, like pie or cake or ice cream. I had pumpkin pie for dessert yesterday. I put some cool whip on top of it. Cool whip is fantastic. Ice cream is also a good dessert, it is also fantastic. I like dessert.
Damaris
I haven’t been here in a while. I’d like to say that I was doing something productive. I guess I was with the end of the semester, exams, and work. But what I’ve really been doing (especially after Christmas) is eating chocolates. And I don’t feel bad about it. Chocolate is so good and I am going to continue to eat chocolate after I finish writing this.
I will have you for dessert. I often plan out my Dessert before I have my dinner. Do they call it dessert because you are deserting the eating . It is the last eating until you fast again. I have had many dessert liquers. The act of desserting food. I will only have meals for now on.
Dessert never gave me the same satisfaction as i did all the other kids. It was too sweet, too saccharine. I think that’s why I didn’t like my childhood. Everyone was too sweet and happy, and I saw all of the reasons not to be.
Hacienda’s mudslide brownies piled with thick whipped cream that ran around the plate in melted, sticky swirls. It was delicious and made my teeth ache.
jazz
the best part of a meal. the finale. looking as beautiful as it tastes. leaving hope and decadence in my mouth. a good dessert satisfies completely. does not leave one wanting to gorge.
I just had a conversation with a coworker who told me that his family held a TopChefesque competition over the holidays. His daughter then blogged about it, and posted amazing photos of the delicacies the family members prepared. The desserts were particularly inspiring.
Lyn
Mmmmm. Who on earth decided that dessert should come at the end of a meal? When the tongue-tingling sensation appears at the end, why even begin?
Rebecca
I love dessert. It is my favorite part of the meal. In fact, sometimes I want to just eat the dessert and forget about the meal. My favorite dessert is chocolate cupcake or chocolate brownie. no frosting, no ice cream, just the cake. uh-oh, so hungry. i’m drooling just thinking about it.
j.renee
Desserts are traditionally looked at as barren, but really some of the most unique creatures and plants thrive there. Places like desserts are given such reputations because of how they appear on the surface. Investigating anything, even something that appears barren, may bring about lovely and unique things. So even though something looks hopeless, give it a try. You may be surprised at what it brings.
And oh my god…I realize now I just wrote about a desert. And the word was dessert. Pshh. I’ll keep it :D
I looked at the heavenly spread that adorned the long, oak table. There was every dessert imaginable — cakes, pies, tartlettes, cookies, brownies, cupcakes, ice cream, candy galore — all as far as the eye could see. My mouth watered at the prospect of attacking these edible delights with a fervor I had never before known.
Nikki
Hey this was the topic from yesterday, but I am still dreaming of a delectably warm and chocolate cupcake!
Annette
Liquorice black,
hot, sticky night
under stars of edible glitter
twinkle like the frosting
on a Christmas cake.
Natascha Scrivener
I already wrote about dessert last night. Was hoping to write about something new. Possibly something that does not make me hungry. I feel this sudden urge to brush my teeth. Do you guys feel that? Colgate total is the best! Let’s go brush our chompers!!…. see ya!
Belinda
yummy treat, at the end, not too often, chocolate, nuts, raspberries, pecans, crispy, pretty, fun to make,
marji stark
When the doctor stared inside of his mouth, it was like opening a chest of explosive sand. This must be what thirst was like when it clawed at your throat and thickened your tongue.
Sticky, ooey-gooey, delectable. I have been eating sweet concoctions for the past seven days straight. Yet again, Christmas desserts have done me and my best intentions in.
dessert is that
which brings moisture to my mouth
it calls me fat
but I don’t mind.
dessert is my temptation
not only temptation for my body,
but temptation for my mind
my heart
my soul.
dessert is not only something you eat
but something you experience
I really enjoy desser. Not desert, because that’s just too hot for me. Although, spending time in the high desert in New Mexico was incredibly enjoyable, except for the sinus infection which led to clogged eustacian tubes. But back to dessert. My most recent favorite is buttermilk pie.
Tania
Diary of a dessert: Whisper, whisper. Last of the lemon meringue. Saturday night. Alone. Two forks. Because I dropped one and the dog licked it. Some scratches on the coffee table. Empty plate, twice. Three times. Four becomes M&Ms. TV percolating sitcoms. Box in the trash. Wait. There was a coupon. Now it’s in the trash. In between commercials, contemplation of tomorrow’s dessert: Moose tracks.
Es ist cremig und natürlich cremefarben. Ein Minzeblatt oben drauf. Zwei Stücke Mandarine und Schokostreusel. Rundherum Schweigen. Alle schauen auf ihre eigenen Schüsselchen. Klimpern. Aus der Küche schon der Geruch nach Kaffee. Bald wird es vorbei sein.
The pudding was thick and tasteless. Melchior shuddered and forced it down.
“It’s full of proteins and fats you need to restore your muscles, Little One.”
“Yes Yolinkin, I know.”
The training would be worse tomorrow. The arid climate was taking its toll. He needed to get stronger for the fight ahead.
Mike
She ruined it again. I’m not mad, just frustrated. I cleaned up the cream filling she dropped. I’m so friggin’ tired of this shit. Why can’t I love my wife anymore? Was it just attraction, the “lust?” I might sneak out to get ice cream.
Mike Rancourt
I like hot chocolate. Some people may say no, that’s not a meal. It’s a beverage. but a good hot chocolate, rich and creamy–topped with a mountain of thick rich cream and chocolate sauce; that, my friend, is an experience.
There’s a lot of leftovers. Too many. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight in the past weeks. I get tired, run down, and I reach for anything that I think will give energy. Usually that’s protein (which also makes me gain if I eat too much), and next is sugar and next is fruit. In my own home, the only options are usually fruit and protein for quick energy fixes, and I rarely have meat in the house so I don’t usually eat too much of it (I eat a lot of meat if it’s around), plus I don’t run myself down as much. But when I’m not at home, I eat a lot just to stay upright! I’ll probably have a cupcake for breakfast…
Noisy Quiet
The best tasting dessert I had over the holidays had to have been the Hershey sundae pie. What a lonely holiday.
Strawberry and chocolate attacked my face. Silently they did so. An attacked face is a happy face. Especially when its death by chocolate.
Sarah Graham
hot no water dry no food out of nowhere camel sand dust cactus uneasy hard wild animals
ain
They sat at the table beside the window in the little store in the corner, sharing a cup of ice kachang. She was chatting animatedly, her plastic spoon lying forgotten on the tabletop beside her, while he listened, carefully spooning up the ice where it threatened to spill onto the table. She brushed an errant strand of hair away from her head in an exaggerated gesture, and the spoon fell and clattered to the ground. He bent to pick it up, and profferred his spoon, handle first, to her.
She guessed he was brushing aside her apologies, reminding her to eat before the ice melted. The scene was as she remembered, only the girl in the dessert shop was not her, but someone else.
DflatMajor
Oh shit, it’s dessert again. Well damn. I guess I would really like some dessert right about now actually. Yeah, there’s whipped cream in the fridge and ice cream and… I think I’m doing this wrong.
Ok, let’s try again.
Decadent pudding delight, come to my mouth. Sweet delicious I think I’m still doing it wrong.
Ellie
There was no dessert for anyone in the desert. They were lucky if there was any food at all, let alone luxuries like dessert. Hell, water was hard enough to come by. Shade too.
Ellie
It was a fine dessert he thought. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup and the requisite cherry on top. It wasn’t until Jim dug deeper into the dish that he began to notice something awry. A disembodied eyeball peered up at him, it’s lifeless orb reflecting the light from the ceiling. How had it come to this, he wondered as he dug his spoon dish, balancing the orb precariously on his utensil.
I would like to have you for dessert,
to drink from you like water in the desert,
Kisses for you derriere that is, oh so, pert.
Oh, how I would eat you for dessert…
Dessert – it is a killer – I guess I go immediately to the kind that you eat but dessert could b different stuff. Reading my book is dessert after a long day, writing and painting are dessert after a long week. The eating kind of dessert can be so disappointing – i would rather have the non eating version of dessert.
Green globs of jello makes life easy for me. I don’t have to cook; I just to drop it in the microwave. Or of one of the machines in the kitchen, I’m not picky about which. I slide the plates forward towards the kids and close my eyes. They’ll be doing the dishes tonight too.
Dessert is what you eat after a meal. It’s usually some sort of sweet, like pie or cake or ice cream. I had pumpkin pie for dessert yesterday. I put some cool whip on top of it. Cool whip is fantastic. Ice cream is also a good dessert, it is also fantastic. I like dessert.
I haven’t been here in a while. I’d like to say that I was doing something productive. I guess I was with the end of the semester, exams, and work. But what I’ve really been doing (especially after Christmas) is eating chocolates. And I don’t feel bad about it. Chocolate is so good and I am going to continue to eat chocolate after I finish writing this.
dessert
lol
omg
wtf
asap
pick up
serious
respect
trol
lmfao
ladygaga
I will have you for dessert. I often plan out my Dessert before I have my dinner. Do they call it dessert because you are deserting the eating . It is the last eating until you fast again. I have had many dessert liquers. The act of desserting food. I will only have meals for now on.
Dessert never gave me the same satisfaction as i did all the other kids. It was too sweet, too saccharine. I think that’s why I didn’t like my childhood. Everyone was too sweet and happy, and I saw all of the reasons not to be.
yummy delish
desserts
melt in my mouth
chocolatey bliss
delctableness
they are very delish
Hacienda’s mudslide brownies piled with thick whipped cream that ran around the plate in melted, sticky swirls. It was delicious and made my teeth ache.
the best part of a meal. the finale. looking as beautiful as it tastes. leaving hope and decadence in my mouth. a good dessert satisfies completely. does not leave one wanting to gorge.
I just had a conversation with a coworker who told me that his family held a TopChefesque competition over the holidays. His daughter then blogged about it, and posted amazing photos of the delicacies the family members prepared. The desserts were particularly inspiring.
Mmmmm. Who on earth decided that dessert should come at the end of a meal? When the tongue-tingling sensation appears at the end, why even begin?
I love dessert. It is my favorite part of the meal. In fact, sometimes I want to just eat the dessert and forget about the meal. My favorite dessert is chocolate cupcake or chocolate brownie. no frosting, no ice cream, just the cake. uh-oh, so hungry. i’m drooling just thinking about it.
Desserts are traditionally looked at as barren, but really some of the most unique creatures and plants thrive there. Places like desserts are given such reputations because of how they appear on the surface. Investigating anything, even something that appears barren, may bring about lovely and unique things. So even though something looks hopeless, give it a try. You may be surprised at what it brings.
And oh my god…I realize now I just wrote about a desert. And the word was dessert. Pshh. I’ll keep it :D
I looked at the heavenly spread that adorned the long, oak table. There was every dessert imaginable — cakes, pies, tartlettes, cookies, brownies, cupcakes, ice cream, candy galore — all as far as the eye could see. My mouth watered at the prospect of attacking these edible delights with a fervor I had never before known.
Hey this was the topic from yesterday, but I am still dreaming of a delectably warm and chocolate cupcake!
Liquorice black,
hot, sticky night
under stars of edible glitter
twinkle like the frosting
on a Christmas cake.
I already wrote about dessert last night. Was hoping to write about something new. Possibly something that does not make me hungry. I feel this sudden urge to brush my teeth. Do you guys feel that? Colgate total is the best! Let’s go brush our chompers!!…. see ya!
yummy treat, at the end, not too often, chocolate, nuts, raspberries, pecans, crispy, pretty, fun to make,
When the doctor stared inside of his mouth, it was like opening a chest of explosive sand. This must be what thirst was like when it clawed at your throat and thickened your tongue.
Sticky, ooey-gooey, delectable. I have been eating sweet concoctions for the past seven days straight. Yet again, Christmas desserts have done me and my best intentions in.
dessert is that
which brings moisture to my mouth
it calls me fat
but I don’t mind.
dessert is my temptation
not only temptation for my body,
but temptation for my mind
my heart
my soul.
dessert is not only something you eat
but something you experience
Frozen milk lay in three large scoops
in an ornate glass on top
of equally ornate tablecloth.
Had this been a poem about decors,
the ice ream may have been spared
of the cruel fate that awaited it
in its owner’s mouth.
Tastes sweet. Like sugar, she replied. It was just one kiss. Before supper. You wait until after, she said, if you want dessert.
I really enjoy desser. Not desert, because that’s just too hot for me. Although, spending time in the high desert in New Mexico was incredibly enjoyable, except for the sinus infection which led to clogged eustacian tubes. But back to dessert. My most recent favorite is buttermilk pie.
Diary of a dessert: Whisper, whisper. Last of the lemon meringue. Saturday night. Alone. Two forks. Because I dropped one and the dog licked it. Some scratches on the coffee table. Empty plate, twice. Three times. Four becomes M&Ms. TV percolating sitcoms. Box in the trash. Wait. There was a coupon. Now it’s in the trash. In between commercials, contemplation of tomorrow’s dessert: Moose tracks.
Es ist cremig und natürlich cremefarben. Ein Minzeblatt oben drauf. Zwei Stücke Mandarine und Schokostreusel. Rundherum Schweigen. Alle schauen auf ihre eigenen Schüsselchen. Klimpern. Aus der Küche schon der Geruch nach Kaffee. Bald wird es vorbei sein.
“The Ultimate Nature of the Individual”
The pudding was thick and tasteless. Melchior shuddered and forced it down.
“It’s full of proteins and fats you need to restore your muscles, Little One.”
“Yes Yolinkin, I know.”
The training would be worse tomorrow. The arid climate was taking its toll. He needed to get stronger for the fight ahead.
She ruined it again. I’m not mad, just frustrated. I cleaned up the cream filling she dropped. I’m so friggin’ tired of this shit. Why can’t I love my wife anymore? Was it just attraction, the “lust?” I might sneak out to get ice cream.
I like hot chocolate. Some people may say no, that’s not a meal. It’s a beverage. but a good hot chocolate, rich and creamy–topped with a mountain of thick rich cream and chocolate sauce; that, my friend, is an experience.
Dessert
There’s a lot of leftovers. Too many. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight in the past weeks. I get tired, run down, and I reach for anything that I think will give energy. Usually that’s protein (which also makes me gain if I eat too much), and next is sugar and next is fruit. In my own home, the only options are usually fruit and protein for quick energy fixes, and I rarely have meat in the house so I don’t usually eat too much of it (I eat a lot of meat if it’s around), plus I don’t run myself down as much. But when I’m not at home, I eat a lot just to stay upright! I’ll probably have a cupcake for breakfast…
The best tasting dessert I had over the holidays had to have been the Hershey sundae pie. What a lonely holiday.
Strawberry and chocolate attacked my face. Silently they did so. An attacked face is a happy face. Especially when its death by chocolate.
hot no water dry no food out of nowhere camel sand dust cactus uneasy hard wild animals
They sat at the table beside the window in the little store in the corner, sharing a cup of ice kachang. She was chatting animatedly, her plastic spoon lying forgotten on the tabletop beside her, while he listened, carefully spooning up the ice where it threatened to spill onto the table. She brushed an errant strand of hair away from her head in an exaggerated gesture, and the spoon fell and clattered to the ground. He bent to pick it up, and profferred his spoon, handle first, to her.
She guessed he was brushing aside her apologies, reminding her to eat before the ice melted. The scene was as she remembered, only the girl in the dessert shop was not her, but someone else.
Oh shit, it’s dessert again. Well damn. I guess I would really like some dessert right about now actually. Yeah, there’s whipped cream in the fridge and ice cream and… I think I’m doing this wrong.
Ok, let’s try again.
Decadent pudding delight, come to my mouth. Sweet delicious I think I’m still doing it wrong.
There was no dessert for anyone in the desert. They were lucky if there was any food at all, let alone luxuries like dessert. Hell, water was hard enough to come by. Shade too.
It was a fine dessert he thought. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup and the requisite cherry on top. It wasn’t until Jim dug deeper into the dish that he began to notice something awry. A disembodied eyeball peered up at him, it’s lifeless orb reflecting the light from the ceiling. How had it come to this, he wondered as he dug his spoon dish, balancing the orb precariously on his utensil.