One of these days I will endulge in the delight
that only the sweetest dare to sample.
The soft texture of the sponge,
springy to the touch, layer upon layer.
The sweet smell of the strawberry filling the nostrels,
warming the tastebuds to the point of explosion.
The creamy filling lingers in the middle,
complimenting each beautifully, a delight to eat.
But yet I will never indulge in that special delicasy,
as my lips never open to the word 'cake'