#flavour
Red velvet swirls over a gliding cascade,
black-currant pours warmly into the chilling ganache;
cashews open tenderly into the saffronic crust,
ube curls closer in a honeyed hush.
Cream melts slowly down, crumbling the cone—
a coconut-milky drizzle slipping over parted lips.
Every sense loosens now in its mousse-soft essence,
every nuance dissolving into this luscious, marshmallow melt
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 6:53 AM UTC
I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t knit my bag out of rope.
Do you remember how I loved that:
Knitting, twisting… and I didn’t mope.
I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t paint that indistinct canvas,
Which smells of magic autumn flavour,
With oil strokes, all wet with tears.
I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t walk down Monmartre at all.
I didn’t visit that cafe in Paris,
Where they served clafouti after all.
I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t kiss you ample for me.
I didn’t inhale you enough, my truelove.
Oh, if I only could foresee.
I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t find in heart to tell you.
Do you recall that night when the star fell?
I made a wish that I’d never get lost you.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 5:46 AM UTC
The ***** of old cigarettes
-their draft up your nostrils, going to war
with your lungs. Making rivers of red,
wet big eyes: a sore sight to the very mind
And came a sweet bite out of a cutie pie
whose sweet lips offer up such a surprise,
a slice of life; cherry filled with love- with such
a pinching sweetness, with a little hint of that
piercing on the tongue
So, when the two kiss, there’s a cigarette
flavour added into that tasty piece of pie
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 1:41 AM UTC
I was not expecting,
given its colour and its texture
and given my preference
for the familiar,
I was not expecting
my hand to take the spoon
to scoop, to lift
the lemon to my mouth
and I was surely not expecting
the ice to wrap my head
in silk
enveloping my shoulders
my arms
and fall into my chest,
forcing my mouth back open
to take in the warmth of the smiles
and expel my laughter
as I reached for more.
Yet my life is not as expected
and not aligned to my preferred,
but oh for more silk and laughter -
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
I take a bite
of a ginger and chocolate
cookie
and chew
pungent ginger
and sweet chocolate;
soft crumbly cookie pieces
roll over my tongue
as I chew;
my mouth waters
and the flavours
of spicy ginger and delectable chocolate
mix in my mouth.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
Whenever I'll
taste, the taste of death,
it won't be
unfamiliar.
Since I've been
fortunate enough
to have tasted your lips
a few times.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
her lips taste like lime
bittersweet to me
when im gone from her life
will i be a flavour to remember
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
I taste sweet nectar
each night I sleep without you
Without your resentment
clawing at the fabric of my dreams
Without my regret
seeding your subconscious with self-doubt
I taste sweet nectar
every night I spend with you
forgiven and forgiving
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
It starts in my chest,
the hate,
the anger.
The urge to destruct clouds
over my eyes,
and all I can see is fire.
I can't sit still.
Everything shakes and falls.
And when it's over
all that's left is smoke.
It floats off my fingers.
Alarms are ringing in my head.
I look and see the mess,
everything I've ruined.
Through the clouds, I can see my home,
my past,
everything I've ever loved,
I burned.
This is what I am.
This is what I do.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Reach out your hand, take me into your palms
for one second or a minute of the leaking time,
listen to the rhythm of my heart from reckless Brahms
losing me in the labyrinth that touches me with its eye.
Open my heart's buttons to see its full nakedness,
loving me as if tomorrow morning you would lose the bets,
give him a spark, for his passion to reanimate, making us
forget about you, about me, about all our regrets.
Take me into that chamber bathing in the nuances of fire,
take the body that now is incapable of self-control,
let the music in the background comfort my hearing and inspire,
waiting until the ice melts in my heart and my soul.
Love me with a body that no longer thinks of anything new
bearing the mark of an acute and fine sensuality of a dove,
enveloped by the appetizing flavour that worries you
in this ritual of the pantomime from the game of love.
Dare me with your fingers that traces on my shoulders
lines that for a few moments are burning me, consuming me
with the intensity of the eye that fixes me, it marks me,
making me lose the last morsel of my mind, foolishly.
I would not resist your spontaneous urge to touch my bust
with your penetrating glance or emotions, awakening, letting me be,
with a burning temptation that's not extinguishing that crazy lust,
nor under the breath of night that would sneak in unconsciously.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
Golden, flaky, and so crisp
Layers of flavour
Lemon, honey, cinnamon,
tangy syrup drips
chopped walnuts, almonds,
whipped cream crown
Fork!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
The dahlian air
rich with colourful blossoms
Each playing a melody
Sitting in my gazebo
Sipping warm floral dreamtime
My body is soothed
As I sip long, deep and calm
The flavours blossom
Apricot tarts, honey drips
and classic vanilla kiss
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Her name was Ever
She was fab, flawless and clever
A fruit with sweet flavor.
She fell ill, **** fever
Forgetting her I will never.
Absolutely, no one can live forever.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Where all flavours in life,
never does one taste the same.
but some are similar, close friends that are shades
so varied but tastes just slightly different from the other.
We think we no choice to our flavour of life.
We think where all trapped within a vacuum of a world
where we think we have no choice
but to be either this or that.
But where all different flavours that have more choice
than we realise. we just have to look outside the Jar.
Finding that even though were enclosed,
that we don't have to be just one flavour in life,
that we can be a mixture of varieties.
No one has to taste the same life is never just
Blue,
Green, or Orange,
Were what ever flavour we wish, ever changing in life.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
my favourite flavour
has always been cherry
it’s just sweet and lovely
much like you
you’re funny
and bubbly
you make me smile
and laugh when im
feeling down
if i had to pick
a flower to give you
it’d be a rose
and not just because
it’s your middle name
but because it’s beautiful
and you my dear
are absolutely
breathtaking
but what does it mean
to be in love
with someone like you?
well, i’d say it starts
with inside jokes
and lots of laughter
or maybe spending time
together by watching
livestreams or videos
it quite possibly
could’ve started with
your kindness
you seem impossible
yet
here you are
you’re real
and you exist
and i’m incredibly happy
to call you
the one that
i love
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
The *** sat enthroned,
serene while concealing
the heated turmoil within.
Matching cups laid in wait,
straining against imposed patience,
anticipating the flow of flavour,
the afternoon pleasure
enveloped around the familiar ritual
of shared sweet-musk darjeeling,
while lemon slices rested, reclining,
indifferent but ready if needed.
-
I sat transfixed in Sunday best;
awaiting my slice of black forrest,
impervious to this most grown up delight.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
Let this taste last you a second longer,
Roll it out of each bud and into another
As the flavour dissipates, remember,
You have ingested more of yourself
Than you have of any other lover;
Your eternal loneliness is self-sufficient,
Flavourful, nutritious, delicious… etc. etc.
Indulge in the phantom of your lasting selves.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Night lowers its curtain of silence,
my only time to steal away, and
**** the flavour out of every
lovely rind.
It is its lime
bitterness,
mine to enjoy.
If only I could taste it.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
Such is my next exam on Saturday,
Yes I mean tomorrow.
Yes, extra time I do get for writing,
Because I'm partially disabled.
But even in extra time I barely manage it.
OFF TO STUDY
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
I've had my breakfast,
Still I'm so much hungry,
Only 'cause of her, I guess!
I've not talked to her,
She's the only hunger I've,
Both in my days & my nights.
I've liked her flavour,
Flavoured it is like olives,
Her voice is my final dessert.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
Our love is a living legend,
Of our story there is no end,
We together will make a life.
I'll sure be a good husband,
And the most loyal partner,
She'll make the best wife..
As it started centuries ago,
Ah, the yolk is mature now,
The egg of our relationship...
Not hollow - it's just sturdy,
Of its sweets we're worthy,
It's the Easter of our love..
We both relish its flavour,
We've that rich exclusivity,
Our world of love we live in.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Compliments to the baker
and so too my Barista
Smoothest crema on the tongue
juxtapose to lemon vapour.
Intense acute sensations
insist I close my eyes
Submit in rare humility
in awe of nature's true franchise.
Clarion note of citron zest
resounds on mellow creamy seas
Mediterranean sun distilled
now is witnessed here in me.
Tempered, rounded bitter hues
from Amazonian dark recess
waited aeons to infuse
and bring about this wanton bliss.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC