I wish I were a Pizza.
I would be delivered to my nbeautiful C.C., her eyes wide with anticipation. She would tear at my being, ripping me apart, cheese stretching, sauces pouring, oils dripping. I would slowly be eased past her gorgeous lips and savor the moment of being in her mouth for only a second; then pearly white teeth, as if freshly plucked from a clam would come crashing down into my mozzarella flesh; ripping, gnashing, chewing grinding. Her tounge would savor my every taste, my every texture, slowly, lovingly until she swallowed. The joy of sliding down her perfect esophagus and into her stomach would overwhelm me to the point of ecstasy. Having my entirety be digested, broken down, and absorbed into my beautiful maiden would be beyond words. And finally, exiting the gentle caress of her bowels and passed out by her immaculate sphincter, my life, my journey, my soul;
It is complete.