ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE

© 2000 by Mary A. DeCarlo

It was round and firm between my lips as my tongue flicked across the surface. Spicy, yet bitter and powder dry beneath my wet exploration.

My fingers held it securely in place as the tip of my tongue lapped determinedly over the now sticky surface.

Bitter sweet, it grew harder against my tongue. Faster my tongue laved the surface, my mouth watering in desire for the ultimate reward.

Suddenly, rich and smooth as silk, its sweet cream flowed to coat the tip of my tongue.

Is there anything more sinful than a dark chocolate truffle coated in cinnamon and cocoa?

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