Too many sweets
The sweetest kind of hell
Candied corn, assorted chocolate
Stomach churning, belly rumbling
Sugar coated torture
I died abruptly, thought not completely unexpected. My life, should we say, was less than saintly. So the dark in which I awoke did not surprise me. Conscious, though unable to move, I thought of paralysis. What an ironic torture for all the years of being a professional couch potato. But then a light shone down upon me and I saw a ebony haired angel staring down at me. The light reflected off her milky white skin and the whole scene seemed ethereal as she reached down to pick me up.
Lying limp in the soft cradle of her hands, I realized I was not human. I was something else. My situation became clear rather quickly as she wrapped me around her waist. Her nimble fingers worked at my laces like a surgeon; pulling them tight to allow me love’s embrace. I can feel the softness of her skin; the beating of her heart. Never in my past life had I been so intimate with anyone.
I saw the look on her face as she viewed us together in the mirror. I had become the perfect man. I compliment her figure. She says I make her feel sexy. My touch is soft and delicate against her body, yet my grip is firm and assertive around her waist. I am there when she needs me, never when she does not. In this life, I found heaven in her satisfaction.