Prompt given by Vanamo. Probably not what she was expecting, though. ;)

Food metaphors suck, I know. They suck almost as much as sports metaphors. Still, when I think about her, I can't help remembering my childhood times when I'd see those delicious-looking sundaes on display.

Because she looks absolutely delicious.

I'd see them and I'd keep thinking about them and drooling over them for days. The same way I think about her and drool over her.

And I'd do everything to have one of them; I'd beg my dad, I'd work, I'd promise to do whatever it took me to get it. Yeah, I'd do everything to have her.

And I'm enjoying every second of the present moment, when all my efforts have been crowned and she's here beside me, just as I'd enjoy finally eating my battled sundae, although in much, much larger dimensions.

Because the fact that she's currently lying naked on my bed is just the cherry on top of it, a little detail that, although completing the whole, means nothing compared to the full picture that is the fact that I love her and she loves me back.