The cake stood moored upon a platter of the house's best silver, a film of sugar liquid cascading down its round sides; the cake was soft, and a delight to eat, light in one's mouth, and light in one's stomach, for it left one for the desire for more; even the sourest fruits lay presented with precision. The cake was not difficult to slice; it was the sweetness of its appearance that brought the cruel cutter guilt, for ruining its beauty. Yet still, the taste would betray all beauty, that mouthful of subtle sweetness; so here I applaud the scrumptiousness of Cake.
The cake stood moored upon a platter of the house's best silver, a film of sugar liquid gliding down its round sides; the cake was soft, and a delight to eat, light in one's mouth, and light in one's stomach, for it left one for the desire for more; even the sourest fruits lay presented with precision. The cake was not difficult to slice; it was the sweetness of its appearance that brought the cruel cutter guilt, for ruining its beauty. Yet still, the taste would betray all beauty, that mouthful of subtle sweetness; so here I applaud the scrumptiousness of Cake.
ReplyDeleteThe cake sat moored upon the glittering platter that gleamed like gold. A glossy, sugary film glided down it's delicate, rounded sides, like a translucent scarf floating down a person's back. The cake was soft, light like fluffy cotton candy.