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A scarlet confection Made to tasty perfection For your mouth’s inspection The tip of the toppings The vanilla flavored frosting Is so tempting to you The taste bud’s elation In what you are facing Is something like devil’s food cake The tiled floor kitchen In the hours bewitching Leaves your pulse a twitching From the caloric intake And the hours you shorten By licking the shortening They are a mistake But they are your poisonous pleasure Made to bake and yours’ to take It’s a sweet treat we call cake
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
The Cake
A scarlet confection Made to tasty perfection For your mouth’s inspection The tip of the toppings The vanilla flavored frosting Is so tempting to you The taste bud’s elation In what you are facing Is something like devil’s food cake The tiled floor kitchen In the hours bewitching Leaves your pulse a twitching From the caloric intake And the hours you shorten By licking the shortening They are a mistake But they are your poisonous pleasure Made to bake and yours’ to take It’s a sweet treat we call cake
I'm so craving something sweet. Cake is good but love would be better.
graff1980
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
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