Sandwich of Respite

I was calm, collected and ready to roll. The stack of pink and yellow was a sign from the Creator; Don't fuck with me and you will be rewarded. I took a bite and an explosion of onion and mayonnaise overwhelmed me. The cheese like a razor blade to the tongue. I was bleeding to death and happy. I lost control of my body, convulsing, covered in a white, sticky goo. An orgasm of the mouth. Tongue jizz.

If God ever existed she would have manifested herself as a ham and cheddar sandwich with a pair of giant tits. She would have loved to be eaten but would have hated to get fucked. So I kept eating her. She was loving it and I'm in love.

One bite at a time I escaped from the forty-hour-per-week mentality. Heroin addicts envied me. It was like attending a luncheon with Buddha, Christ and Garuda. I left full and never looked back.