I may have mentioned that I was cold, chilled to the bone. I may have let that slip, more than once. I’m not sure how else to explain why Beloved decided to start a fire for me. A fire in my mouth. Because who doesn’t want to have a fire in her mouth when she feels cold?
Oh, yes, this girl. That’s who. She doesn’t want to have to drink a whole cow’s worth of milk just to tame the fire in her mouth. Heaven knows what that fire is going to be like in her tummy or elsewhere as time goes by. I mean some people might like that kind of thing. It might be a sign of love for some. But for this girl…well no not exactly.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love the fact he cooked for me. I love that he made something different from the usual meat and potatoes. I rather enjoyed the rice, chicken and veggies. And I don’t mind me a bit of spice. To be fair I like more spice than he does. But there comes a point, usually the point where your taste-buds are burnt off, that the spice is too much.
The lyrics, “Baby don’t hurt me, any more” comes to mind even know hours after the meal of fire was consumed. What also comes to mind is the lines “you always hurt the ones you love the most”. So maybe that’s where Beloved was going with this. Right now though, my mouth is not a burning ring of fire. Nor is the rest of my body feeling hot.