Oh that sip of hot fragrant tea when it touches the inside of lips and tip of tongue strangely soothes the burn on the front of the lips where they touched the hot china cup..it’s like this divine liquid has power to soak that intense heat of burning and then gently spread it on palate at a temperature which lies exactly where pain reincarnates as pleasure, at this sensual height then a tender bite of puffed cake comes like explosion of rhythemic effervescence. Almost, and I say better than, love making. And, this process can be repeated without losing its slightest vitality till tea in the cup and cake last.
No, actually, it gets better with every sip and bite...but, unfortunately, never attains orgasmic heights, for before it could reach there ( if at all it could) stomach intrudes; or, perhaps, peaks are for desires born of hunger only; palate knows no hunger for it doesn’t like food to fill, but because of its taste, to have a moment of togetherness with it-taste that lives in that moment of togetherness- beyond that moment it (taste) can survive only as a memory; so, after that moment palate has to let go the food, for hungry stomach who clings to it, holds it; and thats when the decay starts. And, what is orgasm if not the beginning of slide, of decay.
-Pulastya
No, actually, it gets better with every sip and bite...but, unfortunately, never attains orgasmic heights, for before it could reach there ( if at all it could) stomach intrudes; or, perhaps, peaks are for desires born of hunger only; palate knows no hunger for it doesn’t like food to fill, but because of its taste, to have a moment of togetherness with it-taste that lives in that moment of togetherness- beyond that moment it (taste) can survive only as a memory; so, after that moment palate has to let go the food, for hungry stomach who clings to it, holds it; and thats when the decay starts. And, what is orgasm if not the beginning of slide, of decay.
-Pulastya
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