Ice Cream: Gothic

Introduction

This is inspired by the black Ice Cream for the Whitby Goth Weekend. It tastes deliciously gothic.

Ice Cream: Gothic

When it's a Goth Weekend in Whitby you gotta have a goth Ice Cream Haven't you? Well, haven't you?

I've got mine, black ice cream in a black cone with sprinkly bright decorations, and I want to take my time to enjoy this gorgeous creamy delight, but I know that I will be unable to control myself once I get my first taste and I start.

My tongue enters the creamy folds and my tastebuds dance with desire as I probe further into the desirable wonder in my hand.

I can't stop as I lick and feel the cream coating my lips, this is within a few seconds of this beautiful treasure becoming mine and I am enjoying every second, but the seconds are ticking and my tongue explores the delights of this gelato noir.

This sweet treat will not last long as I take some in my mouth, and feel it on my tongue, cold and creamy, beautifully black as it slips wonderfully down my throat.

As it slips down I know I want more, it has been in my hand less than twenty seconds as I bite a little of the sweet sugared top of the wonderful dark cone which is a brittle and subtle compliment to the soft melting sweetness of the ice cream.

I take another lick, making sure that it does not drip, capturing all the sweet melting cream on my waiting taste buds.

I don't know if anyone is watching me but there are many others enjoying this Trillo's delight, and many are devouring theirs far more quickly than I am.

Thirty seconds and my tongue enters once more, the coldness like an electric charge to my excited taste buds. I want this minute to last forever, I want my black goth ice cream to last forever but I know that it will not even last a minute in my hand.

In my hand is pure pleasure personified, but as the seconds pass the ice is licked, savoured and enjoyed by my tongue, I still can't place the taste but it has captured my everything, I belong with this delightful sweet and it belongs with me.

As the seconds tick the ice cream folds become more liquid for my exploring tongue, and as a scoop and little more I have nearly consumed it all. I lick my lips to capture a little more of the melted cream, and finally take a bite of the cone and crunch it along with the last of the ice cream.

And so this delightful minute ticks away,

One minute to enjoy the taste of this wonderful gothic ice cream cone, but the taste is still in my mouth, while the cream is now well and truly in my capacious belly.

Tomorrow it will be back to normal vanilla ice cream, but today my tastebuds have been enchanted by this dark delight.

Addendum:

People have asked what the flavour is, it's vanilla with black food colouring. There are liquorice ice creams as well. Click through to the Facebook link and check the comments, some are quite funny.

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