Enclosed in crust so soft, a velvet night,

Thy fragrant breath ignites my soul with shame,

That sweetness could inspire such pure delight.

Thou art the sun, yet veiled in cocoa's grace,

With golden warmth that fills the hollow deep,

A river rich, from which my lips embrace,

And taste the dream that wakes me from my sleep.

No mortal art could craft so sweet a tear,

That melts as swiftly as it kisses skin—

A fleeting joy, as brief as it is dear,

A taste of heaven 'neath its fragile skin.

Thou mak'st the heart both burn and sigh for more,

O cherished fire within a crusted shore.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5602524&forum_id=2...id.#48139251)

Born from hands of flame, kissed by the hearth's breath—

A golden delight, its brow kissed with shadows,

Concealing the dark river within!

O wondrous cake, thou bearer of rapture,

Fountain of warmth that flows from thy secret heart.

In halls where feasts are sung,

Where warriors once raised cups to victory,

Thou art the victor's prize, the hero's boon—

Sweeter than ambrosia, darker than the night,

A marvel for the senses,

A gift from the gods, brought to mortal hands.

With each bite, thou dost release thy fire—

An ocean of rich delight,

Smoothing the soul, like cool winds after battle.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5602524&forum_id=2...id.#48141488)