I stared at it, lustful and wanting. Knowing how tasty it would be. How succulent and delicious. Oh how I wanted it. No, needed it. I mentally devoured it.
Suddenly it was in my hand. I tore the wrapping off, gently, not wanting to destroy the contents.
I put it slowly into my mouth, sucking gently, running my tongue around it, tasting it’s deliciousness. It’s even better than I remembered, even more mouthwateringly good than the last time. The wait has made it better. The longing, the desire has made that beautiful bitter taste more scrumptious.