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There is a feeling of desire
that one feels
when you get bested by your sweet tooth.
When all you crave
is a hot plate of pancakes.
Just the right amount of warm
that feels like a warm blanket in winter.
They look so soft
that you can almost feel them melt on your tongue
before you even start eating.
Its colours remind me
of a teddy bear's tummy.
No matter if you like
syrup or butter on yours,
the amount of serotonin I get
when the shimmering liquid slowly trickles down the side
and paints the plate is
immeasurable.
When I pierce it with a fork
I can feel
how soft
how chewy
and how light
it is going to be.
As it nears my mouth
I smell its light sweet smell.
a symphony of milk, eggs, and flour
lead by the sugar that
I hear my blood cry out for
I can feel my mouth water.
It is almost in my mouth now
about to dissolve my desire when
I have thought
||I want a pizza.||
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