I run into a forest with fudge and green frosting trees. In there I find squirrels made of cheesecake grey sesame. The acorns are made of candy hard root beer. Twigs made of cinnamon to my feet adhere.
The ground has bunches of lime gummy grass. I saw a rabbit of white chocolate run past. The foot prints were of cocoa divine. This forest is filled with deserts that seem mighty fine.
I come to a river filled blue raspberry jelly. That will surely adhere to my belly. What am I to do with all these treats? Is it time to run or do I have time to stop and eat?
I see birds made of cookies and cream. Is this a terrifying nightmare or a beautiful dream? The snow falls powdered sugar flutters. Whoops, stepped in droppings made of peanut butter.
Maybe from a chocolatey brown bear. Just as tame as that white chocolate hare. I guess I am getting out of here. All the sugary stuff that will adhere.
Hopefully I do not attract those. They are red hot fire ants near a cream filled rose. Though I finally leave. What just happened I could not believe.
in this neo-classic house with their partition in glass that her reflexes still shine in their wilderness again that drives her tears in craft with time to sequester their burdens in this room with mirrors now he tread through this capillary with imaginary ***
I’ve been to the shop to watch it being made unchanging and unchanged. Sorcerers in snow white helmets, reading my childhood and all the places I have been with wooden spoons carved from Longview timber seasoned in regression’s oil, added limpids to the mix. See through taffy in the candy kettle. I once gazed into the window at everything I was too young to buy then spied a nickel in the rubble of the gutter. Found a way to dig it out and went in. The gutter went in with me. Sunlight has a way of hiding things That glitter in the darkness. Sugar’s haze obscures so many arrow signs but you can taste it with each breath, and some is not enough. How much to eat Rises with the tides of time And falls with its forgetting. Without another penny there must be some other way to backtrack to the longing sated and find the peanut in the middle. *ljm
Thinking of the little home made candy shop in my childhood home town. And other things.
Every moment away from her, I have this frustration Whenever she's away, I lose concentration Whether she's off with her friends, or with another guy I'm always scared when time would fly Whenevery I see her, I would feel happy But why would I suddenly be feeling ******? Well, we were once always by each other's side Whenever we had fun, we would take each other's ride Why do I have such frustration? Didn't we have some kind of connection? I thought that we would be forever But, oh... That's right. **We were never together
Chocolate swirl Flourish of vanilla Crisscross of marble Lemony tang Creamy peanut butter White washed and dipped Strawberry poppin' Caramel drippin' Cherry filled Cookie crumbling goodness Wrapped up in a smooth delicacy Revitalizing breath of mint Chocolate as dark and rich As its flavor Some common, some unique Tiger's eye, what's that you ask? Peanut butter and milk chocolate melded into one Sprinkled salt ️️Warm caramel Tantalizing, fresh orange creme Homemade from grandma's Or warmly bought in a bakery on a rainy day
What a wonderful feeling! When a flavor seeps into your tongue Growl of stomach As you gaze at the slice And then you attack the tender palette of colors, flavors, smells
Your lust for fudge consuming you As the smooth delicacies explode within your mouth.. And you know It was worth it