Anticipation
Could anything transcend the seduction that permeates the kitchen
More than freshly baked cake?
I love to deeply inhale, fantasize; and then partake.
Anticipating the marvelous marriage of my sense of smell and taste,
My mouth starts to water… a slice to be embraced.
Dark chocolate, rich and moist, with just a touch of vanilla in the flour.
What could be more passionately devoured?
Yet, I staunchly refuse because I choose to savor
This gloriously sweet mixture of flavor,
Enticingly covered with vanilla butter cream.
Well, maybe just one morsel taken on my finger---
A cake lover’s dream.
09/16/15
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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