Chocolate Cookies 'n' cream:

I remember her vividly. I met her as a teenager, over a summer break. She had smooth, delicious brown skin. From the moment my mother introduced us, I didn't just want to know her- I wanted to consume her.

I remember that first night like it was last night. We stayed up late with my family telling stories and watching movies. She fit right in like she had been there for years. It was her first night with any of us and she wasn't just welcome in our house, she belonged.

Eventually, everyone else went to sleep. Leaving me and this luscious bodied beauty to get to know each other- more intimately. That night I introduced myself to her form, and devoured her body. I may have been left full that night, but my craving for her could never be satisfied.

Her one night appearance in the summer made her like one of those teenaged love clichés. Like we were a modern day Grease. She was my chocolate skinned Sandy and I was her Danny, the bad boy from the other side of the tracks.

The next day came and she was gone. She had vanished as quickly as our love connection was made. And I was devastated. Despite my best efforts of internet stalking, I always failed at trying to track her down.

I ran into her once years later briefly at a Baskin n Robbins. We were in another town and I was older, (probably seeing someone at the time), but our chemistry was still there. She had this undeniable power to alter my mood. Like a drug. Once again she had me hook, line and sinker. She had to have felt the same way; it was like we hadn't been a part for even a minute. Somehow, I was unable to get her phone number and just like that she was gone again.


Fast forward to last night, 18 days until my wedding and my chocolate skinned princess happened back into my life. My brother escorted her into my living room, while I sat there with my child and fiance. I stared blankly back at her, while I flashed back to our night of passion nearly a decade prior. I politely made small talk with her, while trying to conceal the nuclear levels of animalistic lust that was raging through my body. She began to flirt with me, subtly, while my fiancé sat next to me. My mouth began to water, my knees started to shake. The Lord is testing me, the Devil is tempting me, I kept thinking.

Deep into the night, it became too much and I gave into the desires that the body of this temptress created. My brother had a turn too. My fiancé, who was putting our daughter to sleep when I finally gave in, emerged from the bed room and saw evidence of adultery all stained on my face. I thought she was going to get mad, instead she joined in. All three of us devoured her like Vampires over a juicy vain and spent the rest of the night reveling in her excessive sexuality and enjoying what could only be described as ultimate ecstasy.

This morning, I ran out of my room to notice she was gone again. My heart, again, shattered into pieces. I allowed her to come back into my life and leave me broken again.

Fuck you, Chocolate Oreo Ice Cream.