Royale With Cheese.

While sitting in the car this afternoon listening to the radio, I decided to embark upon an exercise in writing. The task was to make a cheeseburger sound sexy.

With the slightest provocation she is coaxed from her paper-thin dressing. Warm to the touch she invites me closer with an intoxicating aroma. She is done up to the nines; colorful, fresh and bejeweled in green and red. As I wrap my hands around her body I feel her squirm and shift. A part of her is trying to escape my clutches. Bringing her closer to my lips I can already taste her salty kiss. Pressing her against my open mouth she kisses me on each cheek affectionately, playfully. Putting her back down after our first embrace I am saddened to learn she has come undone in my rough hands. She is no longer whole, missing a piece of herself stolen by my brutish nature. I sigh sadly knowing that too soon will our liaison come to an end. Not wanting to draw out the inevitable any further I dive in and ravage her voraciously. Amidst the slops and slaps you can make out the slight ruffling of the now filthy wrapping she came to me in. Sitting back in contentment I revel in my carnivorous ways.

And there you go.