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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The delicious aroma circulated As the heat from the oven radiated The stove top warmed As white chocolate chips melted downward Into a candied thick syrupy puree. Thoughts flashed across my mind Of white paste plastered across polyester bed sheets. I turn away from the smoldering flames Imagining A shadowy figure draping over luminescent lights. Egg whites and velvety oil Drenched the skillet Like lubricated breasts at twilight. I falter and catch my breath This was the old me. Ivory cake mix spilled out Awaiting to be released. The waxen texture splashed my fingers. Reminiscing of a time, When this was all I had. I pour a little too much of champagne, Hinting of a dangerous night. I whisk and blend the ingredients in conjunction Like bodies distorted Contending for air. I linger around the cookware Till the mixture congeals. I scoop a handful, Conforming to my touch, Creating spheres, Pressing gently, as I weep. One by one the orbs fluffed Grew as I appointed Vanilla flavored frosting on the polished surface. I placed four on a dish As I drizzled gold flakes along the edge. I wondered how many I could consume At least two, I thought longingly. Placing them against my tongue Icing smearing against lips Spheres slapping my skin Champagne drenched, Filled with melted cream. How I long for your touch This is it for me, Too much excitement for one night.
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