For Anthony. This is entirely your fault. I feel like I've just written food porn. Are you happy?
An ode to my cupcake
When I'm sitting on the roof that Shikamaru and I cloud-watch from, I take you out and set you next to me. I know the trip from the house is tough. You must feel angry with the fact that I hide you every time I leave to come here, but if anyone knows that I have you, they would try to take you away from me.
"You are too beautiful," I whisper. I pick you up, holding you close to me. "I won't let them take you."
My mouth waters as I inhale air. You smell delicious. Before I can help myself, I stick my finger into the cream that coats your head, and lick my finger. I savor the taste; it's as delicious as you smell.
I lick your head, cleaning the cream off it with a few meaningful strokes. It's intoxicating. And I cannot seem to help myself as I dig my fingers into the only thing between you and I. When I pull it away, I feel closer to you than I've ever felt.
You are beautiful – red and just right. I bite my teeth into you, unable to help myself. I moan loudly. You are just too beautiful.
When there is nothing else in my hands, realization dawns on me. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, kappu," I cry to the emptiness.
But somehow, no matter how much I love you, I can't help but indulge myself on you, my cupcake.
