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Moment Before Deliciousness
Hypnotic, scrumptious, alluring chocolate cake,
Tempting me with its flirtatious aroma
Taunts me, knowing I must wait to devour it.
I tune out the sounds of obnoxious birthday music,
Laughter, and my own heavy breathing
As I stare, entranced, at my lip-smacking prey.
My mouth begins to water
My eyes open wide in anticipation
My hands tense in eagerness
And my breath comes to a halt,
Stopped mid-exhalation
As I hear the last verse
Of the insufferable birthday song.
The time for delight finally arrives.
The mound of brown, mouthwatering
Gobs of delectable goodness
Is at last in my grasp.
With a cackling demented laugh of glee
I stab my helpless, icing-infused victim,
Splitting it into numerous powerless chunks
One of which I grab with my hands,
Ignoring convention, principles, and manners.
In my unworthy, undeserving hand
Sits that beacon of deliciousness
That chocolaty, invaluable treasure,
Which will soon disappear forever
In the cavernous confines of my mouth.
Magnificent, tasty bliss.
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