16 September 2012
The cupcake beamed enticingly, it's luscious, rich, hair bundled up in a perfect swirl upon it's light, fluffy base. My stomach groaned in longing, it was throbbing, had clearly given up on attempting to contain it's desire. My head remained stern. Reciting the rules of my new diet religiously, he momentarily silenced my stomach.
The cupcake sensed that she was losing their attention and so focused on my mouth, swishing her creamy locks into an irresistibly appetising updo. Almost feeling the sensation taking a bite would feel like, my mouth pleaded with my head. Head was having none of it. The eyes decided to take the head's side and spied a vegetarian wrap on the other side of the shop. Lettuce, cucumber, tomatoes galore, a rabbit's feast indeed. Perhaps this would have sufficed any other day, but my mouth and stomach, being so unbearably close to proper food, which they have not been able to indulge in for days, refused to give in now.
The cupcake pouted charmingly, showing off it's fluffy texture. Her eyes travelled down her perfectly portioned body coyly, until she reached the price tag. Only £1. This revelation totally took my head by surprise, he could see the logic right in front of him. It WAS a bargain... My body saw their chance, and wasted no time in leaping through that door and swooping the cupcake off her feet.
'We'll start the diet tomorrow,' Head sighed.
Desire • Opuss № I