Writing Challenge: Think of your favorite food. Try to make it sound as disgusting as possible.
It covers my tongue in a heavy coat and there isn’t a liquid that can rinse away the cloying feel. The reward of the cool is quickly lost to the tacky feel in my mouth. Soon the fresh happiness of eating my treat will be replaced with the rancid taste of milk souring in the warm caverns of my mouth. The nuts, if there are any, will be a constant reminder of the treat until I can brush away their particles that stick in the strangest places in my teeth. Still I go back for one more lick, one more touch to the tip of my tongue, that slides down my throat in a cool slick wave. Maybe he’ll lean over and accept my offer of a taste and maybe he’ll tug my chin to him and share his taste. His cold lips will cover mine pushing them open to flood my mouth with the cool sweetness as our tongues melt together. Maybe.
Lol, how do you make ice cream sound bad? You don’t. That’s how. Forget that, good chance to flex my romance writing muscle.