A fortress of crushed-up cookies,
dark and buttery,
holding the secret promise
of what is yet to come.
Then whipped into the light—
a cloud of roasted peanuts
and powdered gold,
beaten smooth as a Saturday morning
and rich as a belly laugh.
Dark chocolate on top or
in the side.
Pour it in.
Crown it with velvet tides
of melted midnight cacao,
glossy enough to mirror
the grin on your face.
No need to wait for a reason.
Just slide the knife through the chill,
rescue a wedge of pure, unbridled glee,
and let the sweet, salty magic
steal the rest of the day.
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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