The defining difference between her and every other girl that i'd ever had the pleasure of knowing was in her sheer, unmistakeable spiciness, for she was most certainly a fiery little madam but also a quite delicious and amazingly sweet specimen of flavoursome womanhood.
The others were all very pleasant, thank you very much, but it was like comparing a reasonably tasty ham sandwich with another that contains a generous dollop of good old-fashioned, eye-watering mustard because she had that extra tang, that extra kick, that extra dash of zing.She was a succulent chilli pepper of a girl, sizzling and sweet, inflaming the senses and burning my spirit; the day that we met was the day that I knew she was too hot for me to handle yet far too tasty to ever consider denying.
Her risqué stream of intoxicating juiciness knew no bounds and despite my better judgement, I quickly succumbed and took my first bite, a deliriously thrilling moment which instantly engraved itself forever upon my darkened soul.
Needless to say, I couldn't hope to survive long in such an incendiary liaison but how dearly I treasure those blazing memories of our brief time together and how truly grateful I remain that our blazing orbits accidentally happened to so infernally collide.
