For some people having cheesecake might be a matter of life and death. For me, it's way more than that.
Maybe its about the soothing feeling when the creamy heavens brush against your pallet. Or maybe about the relatively hard crust when it crunches in your mouth; making water pour from the insides. Or maybe about experiencing both the orgasmic feelings at the same time. And you just go missing in the amazement a single bite of such a wonderful entity could produce, for infinity, and beyond.
I faintly remember having it for the first time. Strawberries sophisticatedly lying around, making it look like a scene from a black & white movie; like some inferior beings praising the wholesomeness in front of them. Glimmering from the light above, the scene in front of me was no dream. Rather a dream come true. How come I never knew a thing like that ever even existed. The perfectness and flawlwssness pouring out from every single molecule of the its existence.
The feeling took some time to set in. Like the consciousness being carried through every single blood vessel to every single cell of my body. With that single bite, a whole new world of craziness and awesomeness welcomes you. And the next second, it's gone. Gone as the creamy delight slowly fades into nothingness. And then you look forward to your next chance to suffer the roller coaster of buttery emotions all over again. Knowing that with every individual attempt, the awesomeness is vanishing away. So you try with your all might to overcome the lust. But in the end, your urge succeeds.
The scene is still the same; minus the velvety , off course. And you tell yourself: Mayyyn! that was thee best one ever! Just like you did a gazillion times when you had it before.
Those little things in life mean alot, sometimes.
And by the way, that was all about just a cheesecake. Believe me.
Word Count: 327.
Maybe its about the soothing feeling when the creamy heavens brush against your pallet. Or maybe about the relatively hard crust when it crunches in your mouth; making water pour from the insides. Or maybe about experiencing both the orgasmic feelings at the same time. And you just go missing in the amazement a single bite of such a wonderful entity could produce, for infinity, and beyond.
I faintly remember having it for the first time. Strawberries sophisticatedly lying around, making it look like a scene from a black & white movie; like some inferior beings praising the wholesomeness in front of them. Glimmering from the light above, the scene in front of me was no dream. Rather a dream come true. How come I never knew a thing like that ever even existed. The perfectness and flawlwssness pouring out from every single molecule of the its existence.
The feeling took some time to set in. Like the consciousness being carried through every single blood vessel to every single cell of my body. With that single bite, a whole new world of craziness and awesomeness welcomes you. And the next second, it's gone. Gone as the creamy delight slowly fades into nothingness. And then you look forward to your next chance to suffer the roller coaster of buttery emotions all over again. Knowing that with every individual attempt, the awesomeness is vanishing away. So you try with your all might to overcome the lust. But in the end, your urge succeeds.
The scene is still the same; minus the velvety , off course. And you tell yourself: Mayyyn! that was thee best one ever! Just like you did a gazillion times when you had it before.
Those little things in life mean alot, sometimes.
And by the way, that was all about just a cheesecake. Believe me.
Word Count: 327.
2 comments:
I love the intensity of this. Gosh I want Cheesecake now, Khair I like how the first thing you wrote about was cheesecake. I can't wait to read the others.
Love
Qaneeta Haseeb
Can't thank you enough for the idea for my first post. :D Perfect, is the word for it.
Post a Comment