Austere. Elementary. Plain.

I. Am. Vanilla. Boring. Plain. That for which all other creations is a medium.

Oh, to be chocolate. Melanin silk, rich, creamy, indulgent. Oh, chocolate! You black-brown goddess. Serotonin inducing, arousal, excitation embodied.

Woe is me that I’ll never be the succulent, sweet, light strawberry pink – red like kissed lips. Juicy wet kisses, summertime breezes, sticky lustfulness.

Vanilla.

Even with rainbow sprinkles, where is the salacious fervor?

I want to be anything. Anything but me.

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