Pink Rose made of Frosting

The pink rose was perfect, it nearly looked as though it was real to John. A sly touch and a quick motion the creamy goodness was already on his finger. He licked it quickly at first, but when the sensation of the taste hit him he nearly staggered.

"Is everything alright?" called Petra, a few steps in front of him, still looking forward.

"Yeah, I'm coming," said John a small chuckle as his words reminded him of the frosting.

Petra just nodded and continued escorting John to the dress pick up desk.

John's stomach began to grumble a bit. If only he had a chance to have more of that cake, he thought. The tingle began to travel down his legs and up his arms.

"Most of our clients," began Petra, "tend to want a unique feel for their wedding."

"I see-ee." said John, his voice cracking a little.

"Sometimes we get brides who want to have a dress not the common white. In those cases I recommend champagne, or off white colors, but the most common is the pink rose."

The rose frosting filled John's mind again.