Craving

Have you ever had the perfect piece of chocolate cake? A piece so sweet and rich and decadent that, while eating him, you forget about any other cake you've ever tasted? You come across him unexpectedly and have him for just one night, on a birthday, when you're the perfect combination of hungry and horny and he satisfies both completely. You eat him quickly, enjoying every bite, then mindlessly move on. You leave the dish on the table and hurry out the door because it's late and you need to get home. You leave not knowing that in two days, and for the next two weeks, you'll hardly be able to sleep because you're hit with a craving like you've never known. A craving for that damn cake.

Seasons pass. You go about your life. You eat other cakes - and while you're eating them they are amazing and delicious. But then, between those other cakes, the craving sneaks up on you and renders you helpless. And a little bit annoyed. It's not like you want to spend the rest of your life eating that cake. You don't think. I mean, that would be crazy, right? You only tasted him once. You don't even know the recipe - everything that goes into making that cake what he is is a mystery. You live hundreds of miles from the bakery so you can't just run down the street and take a bite whenever you want. And, who even knows if he would be as mindblowingly delicious the second time - let alone the hundredth? You tell yourself he wouldn't be, but you know you're lying. You tell yourself that it's all in your mind. And that he needs to just stay a yummy memory. You tell yourself that cake that rich is probably not good for you anyway, so you go on eating salads and steaks and sushi, which you love, and other perfectly wonderful desserts.

But, then you crawl into bed. You wrap yourself in your covers. You close your eyes and he's there. That perfect piece of chocolate cake. And you smile. And sigh. And crave.