The white cheese melts on the hot ham, which sets into the toasted bread. His mouth waters, his eyes start to tear with hunger. Although he can’t remember the last time he had a sandwich, he can remember that it was delicious.
His hands shaking, his mind racing, he really wants this and he’s waited too long for this. He starts to sweat, sweat in his chair, sweat about this hot, hot, thing in front of him. He opens it up, looks underneath its hood, checks out the goods. Hot damn, the finest quality – he feels like he’s investing in a luxury car – or maybe a mistress.
Taking it in his hands, he observes this amazing piece of work. As his teeth come down, it hits his sense – an explosion of pleasure.
He could do this all day, all night. In love, with this sandwich, for at least all but forever, all five minutes of what feels like eternity.
November 30th, 2010; 11:26am
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