Have you ever indulged in the pink part?
I mean really, truly, lost yourself in its pink fleshiness? Come on, there is SOMEONE out there who knows EXACTLY what the hell I'm talking about.
The pallette-pleasing, party-popping, panty-prepping pink part? The put-it-in-the pathway, pull-your-damn-teeth-away pink part? the please-oh-please put me on my knees pink part?I mean, the pink part.
It's all covered in chocolate, until you get to... the pink part.
It's completely dark in the room, until you get to...the pink part.
You thought you were full, until you saw...the pink part.
You had a headache, until you saw...the pink part.
It's completely dark in the room, until you get to...the pink part.
You thought you were full, until you saw...the pink part.
You had a headache, until you saw...the pink part.
It's the stuff dreams are made of. It's what you dream about at night. It's all of the useless cliche's put to good use. It's the unmitigated pink part.Only a few have been blessed to indulge in the pink part, but they all remember it. And of those few, fewer still did the pink part justice.
As for me? Man, I miss the pink part. I'm talking about, I still DREAM about the pink part. I mean, the pink part is just...just...it's just pink.
I hope one day to meet the pink part again. In fact, it would be a wonderful Christmas gift...
Just me, the pink part, and the walls.
The upside-down pink part.
The right-side up pink part.
The on-the-ceiling pink part.
The beneath the rafters pink part.
If I ever get the chance again, I'm going to make the pink part love me. I'm going to make the pink part crave me. I'm going to make the pink part...
...even pinker...
TO BE CONTINUED....
