Your sentiments are as sweet as confections that I lick my fingers just to make sure not a single crumb of it goes unattended by these languid taste buds which my mouth has engendered to be critics of flavor. Each word proves sugary and each phrase seems to be dripped in agave syrup making you a confectionist by heart.
Trying to give myself writing prompts.
The prompt for this one is: Describe a confectionist.
(I have been baking stuff and now Iām playing around with vocabulary related to baking )