My bony fingers morphed into agents of my ravenous emotions, transferring lust to the tips of my being awakening deadened nerves I reached into the bag ripping apart the dark and chewy pumpernickel then smeared the risen creation into the butter painting each chunk richly with soft yielding yellow.
Steam rising from the soup urn cried out to be eaten. Before the ladle could serve it’s cupped treasure my other hand plunged slathered bread deeply into the foggy green pea soup all the way to the second knuckle before the searing heat caused recoil and pain.
Emotions sending signals of desire from somewhere unknown completely hijacked my consciousness, I obeyed commands shoving the bread dripping with green and yellow snoot into my cavernous mouth where my tongue sent impulses of ecstasy back and forth to my lonely primitive self, releasing gush after gush wave upon wave of delight exploding in every cell and region of my body. Even places long dead lit up briefly like backyard fireworks trailing off wet in a hot July night.
Mustache caked with greenish yellow back-flow licked clean, teeth gleaning, dripping saliva like a lion finishing its kill, picking at my teeth succumbing to desire rolling over exposing my soft side, drifting off to exotic places and erotic dreams still possessed by emotional tyranny looking to feed its elevated hunger.
