🍨 Pistachio was my favourite flavour of gelato At times I’d mix it up with some nocciola to give it that kick That crunchiness I couldn’t resist I was mesmerised by the array of colours and offers and options ‘Giolitti’ was my go-to place or maybe even ‘Gelateria la Romana’ on a good, good day I can almost feel the taste on my tongue The creamy splendour of well-made, fresh gelato served on a cone Akidagain Aliveagain All I needed was gelato to remind me of the blessing of living in ‘The Eternal City’ But then it hit me. I was the hot new flavour in town I was their chocolate but better because I am brown I was the ice cream bowl that they felt could be unveiled and packed on a cone if they chose I mean, please tell me why my taxi driver was so pleased and so keen to know about my history Oh and it wasn’t just banter or small talk It was a desperate attempt to bring his sexual fantasy to life “Do you dance?” - by that he meant “Will you whine on me until I feel enough pleasure to get me through this week” His eyes said it, his lips meant it Saliva might as well have poured from his mouth as he dreamt it Seated and strapped in that red audi I was brought to him, I was his opportunity at a win To enjoy this new flavour for as long as he could take her To preserve the taste by asking invasive and pervasive questions I could not escape. Finally he reached his climax “You’ve almost reached your destination” - so he better be fast “Could we meet so I show you more of the city?” I mean, I know it’s pretty but really? Was I being too prude? Perhaps too rude? He was simply interested right? And made it clear? nope. The only thing that was clear Was his sleaziness and incessant need to adhere to this new flavour in town They say if you eat too fast, you get indigestion Well, I guess this was a manifestation of this age old fact Should I beware of ca(r)bs?
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