25 May 2012
Crisp, cold chocolate. Snow white, Cold as ice. Freezing your teeth as you take the first bite, Creamy vanilla explosions bursting and coating your tongue. Chilled black speckles in the ice cream, soft and smooth. Nibbling down the frosty white chocolate, Until only a small clump of it remains. Lick the last of the ice cream from the wooden stick, grinning from ear to ear.
This doesn't sound dirty at all.
Ode To Magnum • Opuss № I