A ‘sin’ that is caramelised with sweet sweet lovin’…

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Ohhhh what’s cooking??!!!


It was like eating rich chocolate cake layered with delicious cream and chipped chocolate, or perhaps it was almost like that warm lemon cake baked by my dear friend and some dreamed up lemon curd or some cream…oh… maybe it was like that stir fried lemon sesame seed eggplant ‘specially prepared by my other dear friend who despises eggplant itself, but you see... it is so delicious, that becomes a craving, that only more of that particular dish/baking is all that satisfies it and is the only answer to that craving…

Caramelised with some sweet sweet lovin’ and a touch of cinnamon kisses and she got me hooked…

She got me hooked by the ‘feast’ she had prepared of the mind, she had me ‘cooked’ at that smile that heated up the soul, and she had me all ‘moist’ just like that chocolate ganache.

She got me hooked in the concoction she had stirred within my soul, but also got me pouring with sugar added to the ‘jar of lemonade’ I have come to call now my body.

The feeling was definitely beautiful and though it was new it was somewhat very familiar.

The softness was almost ‘steamed bun’ like, yet it was still hard enough to deal with the heat that was created by the 'wannabe cooks'.

She reached into the tenderness of that ‘once broken heart’ and kneaded it like she was making pastries- she had to be really careful and not to overdo it-might she ruin the pastry, she felt the tips of her fingers, she could hear her heart beat faster and she felt her body temperature rise just like that ‘hot cross bun’ cooking and rising slowly in the oven.

It was that sweet sweet ‘caramelised onion’ like taste that made her crave for her even more, it was that yearning for that warmth, the butterfly kisses on her head that got her wanting for more…it was that sweet sweet cinnamon carrots with laughter that got her hooked and she didn’t want anything else but that sweet sweet lovin’.

It was never to early to eat, and she knew just like that, it was never to late to always crave so passionately for something…someone like this.

She made her smile even more- just like how that “chocolate cake’ shot makes her feel when dancing in the clubs, she made her heart float- just like the marshmallows in your hot chocolate in a cold winters night, she made her soul colourful just like that rainbow you see each time it rains and the sun shines…she makes her giggle like a little girl… she licks her lips and leaves traces of cinnamon, sugar and chocolate…and she knew this ride was going to be ‘some sweet sweet ridin’...oohhh and it is soooo sinfully delicious. 

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